The kids were still pre-schoolers at the time, and it had been another night of sleep deprivation for me. “Tell me it gets easier,” I said to my friend Nancy. “Well, actually it gets harder,” she replied. Nancy has a daughter three years older than Peter. She keeps me briefed on the parenting realities ahead.
A couple dozen of us took a tour of Birmingham High School, aka Seaholm High, during our reunion weekend in October. It looks like quite of few additions have been made to the building. I thought the designers did quite a good job of being faithful to the Fifties architecture.
Photos of the Birmingham High School class of 1959 reunion.
Birmingham, Michigan, my old home town, is deep in flyover country. I live in California now and, Left Coast chauvinist that I am, I tend to assume that Birmingham is still in the boonies – and the Fifties. But I am tending wrong. I took a tour of my old school last month . . .
