I have to admit that I was more than a little apprehensive about my upcoming Orland High School class reunion. I hadn’t seen most of my classmates since we crossed the stage and received our diplomas on that fateful night fifty years ago. Would I recognize anyone? Would anyone recognize me? I sure hope they provide name tags.
Thanks to Kathy and Butch Skala, all of my apprehension turned to unbridled excitement when my wife, Kathy, and I arrived at the Skala Ranch for last Friday evening’s pre-reunion dinner. There’s John Nesbitt. I can’t wait to talk to him about all the books he’s written since high school. I think that’s Jan Vonasek over there. I worked for her dad at the 76 Station. Who’s this big guy coming up in the checkered shirt? “Hi, I’m Steve Callan,” I said, staring into his eyes, hoping for a clue to his identity.