So there I was, sitting in my thinking chair on the back patio, thinking about some interesting things that have occurred on my way to senior citizenship.  Yeah, I know, I got older, but that’s not what I’m getting at.  What happened was, I began looking back at my life in a sort of retro-examination.  Certain memories or situations weighed in.  One had to do with a bunch of us getting reacquainted after many years with little or no communication among us at all.  The one thing we had in common was that we were all in the same class at high school.  What brought us back together were the one or two reunions we attended and this thing called social media.

I have to make note here that I was not a particularly well-known kid in high school—far from it.  I was pretty much an average kid.  I didn’t stand out and I didn’t fade away into the chalk dust either.  I was just there.

But what I find interesting about high school, now that I’ve had time to think about it, is that it turned out to be one of my favorite time periods in my life and I wish I had made more of it then.  What’s cool about high school is that it is a time in our lives when—as my mother often said—things that matter little, matter much.  For me, things that mattered little stayed that way until I reached tenth grade.

I do not remember a boulder rolling off a cliff and landing on my head, but there were sort of week or two or three that I actually began thinking about my future and how it was the time I better start getting serious about it. That meant studying and getting the best grades possible.  It’s really the time period when my adult persona as a compulsive, organized, get-things-done personality kicked in and things that previously mattered little all of sudden began to matter much.  So I was off and running at the age of 16 and I never looked back…until now.

While I am far, far from being any kind of celebrity and not even remotely a successful author, it is a small select group of former schoolmates who have supported my writing efforts more enthusiastically than anyone else.  Some of them have actually purchased my books and—get this—read them and have nice things to say about them.  A few of them even check in on this blog regularly.  Surprisingly to me, some of the young ladies represent the crème de la crème of my high school class.  They were the prom queens, the cheerleaders and the girls that guys like me never stood a chance with and knew it.  Today we exchange more conversation in a flurry of emails that we ever did in four years of sitting in the same classroom.

I always find it fascinating how we humans work.  As I’ve said in other postings, I am a big believer in what happens to us in life is always influenced by time and place.  These two elements have more impact on our relationships than we ever come to realize.  Here’s a small group of people from a specific time in my life, who back then in high school pretty much mattered little.  And now, at a different time and place some 50+ years later the kindness and support they’ve extended to me…matters much.


And here’s a big matters much thanks to the following folks who recently stopped by marc’s blog:  Cindy Fazzi, Jack Binding, Rita Petrushansky-Mastroni, Roni Komie, Gringa of the Barrio, Chris Nicholas,  Ron Carmean, Kathleen Neiman, D. Wallace Peach and some guy name Mike Fuller.

About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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