There is always a sence of gloom when I have to return to my hometown.
It is either for a funeral or someone's second wedding. I absolutely hate
the "glory days of highschool" stories. Those, "Do you remember when?"
tales. My HS reunion is coming up and I have no desire to spend
thousands of US dollars to return and visit the past. For those of you who
made it and got out of Dodge, how do you relate when you return home?