Hey! I know, I’ve let things slide for a few weeks. It was a combination of a lot of stuff. Vacation, real life, and a half dozen other things that had to be done before we got to relax.

This past weekend, at the end of our vacation, I traveled to eastern WA. Partly to help my sister with estate stuff. Partly to lay our parents’ ashes to rest. And partly to attend my 30th high school reunion.

Yes, I AM old enough for a 30th reunion. LOL.

Now, I wasn’t one of the popular crowd back then. I had a few friends, yes, but we weren’t the ‘in’ crowd. I got picked on some because of my weight, I was ‘too smart’, etc.

There were two official gatherings. Things started to be odd the first night. Part of it could’ve been because we’d buried our parents earlier that day, but I wasn’t in a huge mood to be social. I went with the intent of staying put and seeing if I could actually recognize people over planning to work the room.

Someone I remembered as being nice but not much else got all excited when she saw me. She insisted that I ‘don’t go anywhere’ as the husband of a classmate had been dying to meet me since he found out I was going. Apparently, this guy is big on Goodreads. Found my books – and my photo – and went nuts because he remembered seeing me in her yearbooks!

That’s how it started. I had more and more classmates coming up Friday, all excited about me writing books. One of the organizers told me to bring them with me to the gathering on Saturday (I had brought the limited stock I had as a friend wanted to buy my newest one).

Saturday night, I sold books. Several books. Sold out of 3 titles, plus a copy of one other. And the one thing I heard over and over, even from those who didn’t get books, was that they’d been wondering who the ‘class celebrity’ would end up being. The one person out of almost 400 graduates who truly broke free of that town and did something famous/memorable/immortal. And that it was me.

I spent my time in high school living vicariously through them, imagining their lives to be so much better than mine. Now, they’re thrilled to have a published author come out of their graduating class.

Yeah, I can live with that.

BB