This week, an old friend who lives on the other side of the continent dropped back into my life. We were classmates and sorority sisters during our college days at Transylvania, but we haven’t seen each other in over 40 years.
Reunions are as sweet as ripe fall pears when you’ve reached our stage of life. We’ve talked non-stop about the old days, the new days, and many of the ones in between.
But we haven’t talked about the elegant, wide brimmed felt hat I wore to the Freshman Tea. Because I can’t, even now, do so without blushing.