•October 28, 2015•

By Mike Brothers
NP Managing Editor

In the world of Oh Brother it sometimes takes decades before I finally hit my forehead with the heel of my hand.

That is why my trip to hometown Harrisburg, Ill. for my 45th high school reunion was so important.

There were about 65 out of a class of 180 attending and another 20 on the “never going to come again” list.

So, after so long, I wondered what those who remember me at all, will remember about me. Because I remember odd stuff about many of these classmates whom I had known since elementary school.

Like our class president Kent Davenport- I remember him as the kid who lost a tooth in Mrs. Richmond’s first grade class at McKinley. He’s an attorney now, and we talked about why, as planners of the senior party back in 1970, we didn’t both end up in jail, but I still picture him with that missing front tooth.

Cindy Clore was there, and she and I go back to the sixth grade. She went to Dorrisville School but just lived a block from me.

I was sweet on Cindy back then so I was anxious to meet her again at our class reunion. Goofy me didn’t remember why we broke up when we did, so I went to the reunion thinking she would have fond memories.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.