When The Past Comes Knocking
Last week I minded my own business. Life was great. Then, out of nowhere and completely unannounced, someone added me to my 20th high school reunion Facebook group.
Over the last week, I’ve been lurking through the photos, memories, and slam book revelations. Yeah, you read that correctly. Apparently, some of my classmates thought it was a good idea to reveal the secrets they’ve been holding onto for <checks watch> 20 years.