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My 50th-yr loftier schoolhouse reunion is weeks away. Merely am I going?| Ervolino

Concluding time I checked, only 11 people had signed up for my loftier school reunion on April 2.

Simply this doesn't mean that a whole lot more of united states of america aren't going to attend. It just ways we haven't gotten around to buying tickets notwithstanding.

Procrastination? Denial? Fearfulness of commitment?

"I miss you. I'm just non sure if I'm set to assemble again so soon…"

I wanted to lose weight, purchase a toupee and go a face-elevator in time for the political party, but then I remembered that I went to an all-boys school. I could show up looking like a really overweight, really baldheaded Elephant Man and no 1 would notice. Or care.

(Although, I suspect that if I showed up looking like a really overweight Elephant Man with a bad toupee, I'd never hear the end of it.)

Similar all the previous reunions I've gone to, this i will exist held in the Holy Cross High School gym. (In Flushing, Queens.) There will exist an open bar, a buffet dinner and — unless they've learned their lesson — trays and trays of pigs in blankets.

Tickets are $125, which is fine with me. At the last reunion I attended, I ate at least $150 worth of those pigs.

Seriously.

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Every time another tray came out, I dashed across the gym like a laser beam.

Sometimes, I swallowed my pigs in 1 gulp, afterwards dipping them into the little mustard bowl. Other times, I took them apart, similar Oreos, and ate the pig first, then the blanket. Other times…

Let'southward just say that I actually enjoyed myself.

Like my beau alumni, I'1000 hoping we tin take at least fifty attendees at this reunion, since it is now 2022 and we graduated in 1972.

(Expert grief.)

I went to summer school for math. But, according to Siri, 2022 minus 1972 is l.

Yep: The Big Five-O.

(Remember virtually how distant 10 years ago seems, and and then multiply it by five.)

Our grade president, Mike Lutz, who you may know from his Tv commercials for the Perlmutter Cancer Center, will most definitely be there.

See ya afterwards, alligator!: Florida beckons, incessantly. Is resistance futile?

(Yes, he's that guy who "bought his dream car and put prostate cancer in the rearview mirror.")

On our Class of '72 Facebook page, Mike wrote, "Allow'due south get the list going! The fifty-year reunion comes just once! Pass the word around!"

Speaking of rearview mirrors, I looked upwardly "1972" on Wikipedia, just to refresh my memory.

Some random facts: In Roman numerals, 1972 is MCMLXXII. And 50 is L.

(Super Bowl memorabilia always incorporated Roman numerals, except for the 50th, which used "50" because sweatshirts with the "L" on them looked likewise much similar Laverne DeFazio's sweaters.)

Jennifer Garner and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson were just a few days erstwhile when I graduated from high school.

Built-in a few weeks later: Angie Harmon, Idris Elba and Ben Affleck.

If I ever meet Affleck and he snidely asks what year I graduated from high school — "1972? You're kidding! That'south the yr I was born!" — I'one thousand probably going to dial him in the olfactory organ.

The Peak Five singles of 1972 were "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" (Roberta Flack); "Alone Again, Naturally" (Gilbert O'Sullivan); "American Pie" (Don McLean); "Without You" (Nilsson); and "The Candy Man" (Sammy Davis Jr.).

How'south that for an eclectic bunch? A classic, almost-painfully beautiful love song; a classic, painful suicide song; a archetype song about a plane crash; a classic song about a tortuous breakdown and, perchance, a suicide ("I can't live, if living is without you…"); and a archetype vocal near eliminating sorrow with chocolates, gumdrops and a "groovy lemon pie."

(Sammy said "groovy" all the time. I said it in one case and someone threw a beer can at my caput. And it still had beer in it.)

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In my senior year, my English teacher, Brother Karl Diemond, instructed my class to write an essay about "American Pie" — the plane crash vocal littered with references to rock-and-rollers, past and nowadays.

(Some of those rockers are, amazingly plenty, still alive.)

One of my classmates ended, "It'southward a stupid song, total of stupid lyrics. In a year, no one volition even remember it."

Fifty years later, WCBS-FM still plays it every day.

In fact, I mentioned this to a friend I was having dinner with at a eating place on Mon night and he said, "I just heard information technology on the way here."

The Top Five movies for 1972 were "The Poseidon Adventure," "The Godfather," "What's Upward, Physician?" "Deliverance" and "Deep Throat."

(I'll spare you the summaries.)

Am I going to my reunion? Of course, I am.

I'm going for the camaraderie, the good memories and the open up bar — which we'll use to toast absent friends.

Perhaps the best function of whatever reunion, though, is beingness able to say, "I'thou withal here."

Oh, and the pigs.

Bill Ervolino can be reached at BillE@northjersey.com

This article originally appeared on NorthJersey.com: Should I go to a loftier school reunion? Bill Ervolino decides

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