“We had decided that after all these years, we’d do it.”

I was sitting in the living room reading a suspense novel when the phone rang.

Marvin, an old friend of mine whom I’ve known since college, invited me over to show me something “incredible.”  I told him I wasn’t in the mood because I had to get up early for work the next day, but he insisted.  He said, “You won’t regret it and I guarantee you’ll never forget it.”

Well, how could I refuse?

Marvin lives only a few miles away and within fifteen minutes I was ringing his doorbell.  His wife Marie answered and invited me in.  She pointed to the stairs leading to the den where Marvin spent most of his time on his computer.

He said you’re not going to believe this as he pointed to the screen.  And I admit I was quite taken aback.

Two days earlier, he and I were talking about arranging a reunion with our fraternity from our days at the University of Illinois.  We had been out of touch with almost every one of the guys since moving out West together in 1976, and we’d reminisce once in a while about what a great bunch they were.

We had decided that after all these years, we’d do it.  We’d write to the hundred or so guys who belonged to the fraternity from 1970 to 1974.

So when Marvin pointed to the screen, I was shocked.  There was an email from our old fraternity pal, Steve, who we hadn’t seen or heard from in decades.  He said that two days ago he suddenly had the idea to arrange a reunion for anyone who was in our fraternity in the early seventies.

B. Winters
Phoenix, AZ