This Saturday my wife Sue and I will go back to my home town of Woodstock for Alumni Day and my 54th class reunion. Woodstock does things different than most towns, holding reunions every year. It diminishes, I suppose, the shock of change, just a bit.
I began high school in 1956, at old Woodstock High School, tall, stately and brick, overlooking South Street. I graduated in 1960 from the new Woodstock Union High School, all flat and institutional, every classroom about the same.