Sunday, June 27, 1999

….As I walked across the vacant parking lot to my car last night, I reflected on the events of the past thirty hours. I was very alone and sad as I made my way out onto the highway. I suddenly realized just how much all of you mean to me. I pulled the car off the road to wait for my blurred vision to improve. It's been twenty-five years since I have had a relationship with any of you, yet after a few awkward minutes in the Wal Mart parking lot, I found myself surrounded by my best friends in the world. When I had composed myself enough to continue my trip, I considered how we could hang onto such bonds that will withstand the tests of time and distance. Most of what I am today was formed in the early years of my life and you were a very large part of that. I thought about our classmates that chose to not be a part of this special weekend and mourned their loss. We are a special group of people that cannot be replaced. Please accept this as my heartfelt thanks for being you and being my friend. As I settle back into my normal life, I want you to know that I do think of you quite often and am looking forward to our next reunion.

Roger Good