This past weekend, I gathered with a few friends from high school on the Maine coast. Or perhaps you've already been alerted through your news feeds. These gals are raucous! It's always wonderful to gather with friends who've known you practically from birth because nobody knows you better, and there's nothing like old classmates to remind you from whence you came and to keep you real.

I grew up in Bronxville, N.Y. Our graduating class held 119 students, most of whom had been together since kindergarten. Bronxville is a tiny suburb of New York City, i.e. the Jackson to Conway. It's one square mile in area and its population hovers around 6,000.

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