Saturday, September 12, 2009

Where in the World is Bill Crider?

I'm here. It's a big weekend in the old hometown. Homecoming. It's been 50 years since I graduated from high school. Yes, that's right. And get off my damn lawn!

When I was attending high school, I was at the 1958 homecoming. The 50-year class that was honored had graduated in 1908. I was amazed that any of them were still alive, much less ambulatory.

My perspective has since changed.

I could tell all the high school kids I see that they're going to be amazed at how quickly the next 50 years of their lives will pass, but they wouldn't listen. I know I didn't when I was told the same thing, but it's the truth. Why, I wouldn't be surprised to look over my shoulder and see A. Gilbert Smith, the high school principal, or maybe Miss Minnie Ruth Smith, my typing teacher. They'd be ghosts, though, since both are long dead, and they wouldn't recognize the old geezer standing in the hallway about where his locker used to be so long ago.

I scheduled some posts for the blog, and I hope they've shown up. Something like that would have been considered science fiction fifty years ago. Fifty years. I still can't believe it. I have a funny feeling that I don't have fifty more.


pattinase (abbott) said...

My husband tells me I have to stop saying things like that--but you can't help but think it.

Anonymous said...

Wow, Bill, you're really old!


Just kidding. I'm only six years away from my fiftieth reunion, but when you talk about the class of


Anonymous said...

Shouldn't you be on the Famous Mexians list with Anna Nicole? Don't they know your brother taught her (or tried to)?


Seepy Benton said...

Bill who???

Anonymous said...

Hope you have a great time, Bill. Will Carl Benson and His Wildcats be providing the dance music again? I understand Carl’s mother still plays the sax.

John D

Ben Rehder said...

How many times have you been called "Billy" so far?

moni said...

I know, you have to be an "old-timer" to appreciate how time flies.