TIMMY DADDY

By Tim Sullivan

1110 West Peachtree Street Northwest Suite 200, Atlanta, GA 30309

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The last time I felt this kind of connection to a school was when I graduated college. I remember pulling out of campus and thinking – do I really have to leave? Funny enough, my 25th reunion is in a couple weeks so it’s my chance to relive those days. But if I want to fully participate in that weekend’s offerings, I’ll need to get on a plane to Boston and miss out on some of the 3rd grade pomp and circumstance. Perhaps not surprisingly, I’m torn.

A 25th reunion always seemed as distant as assisted living so it sort of crept up on me. I would love spending a weekend with old friends and acquaintances. I’d hope nobody looked too old, or too young. And I’d hope I would remember names and that people would remember mine. And it would be fantastic if every encounter wasn’t simply a rundown of life stats: Place of residence, job, spouse, kids. Maybe we could just put all that info on the nametags and skip right to playing beer pong?

I’m guessing there would be some familiar faces from the old party crowd, others I used to play basketball with at the Rec-Plex and I bet I’d feel the forever bond with people from my Freshman dorm. How could it be anything but a blast? I could brag to my fellow English majors that I have a monthly column and that occasionally I’ll meet someone and they’ll say, “Oh I know you – you’re that guy that writes that thing!” Success is pretty sweet but I’d make sure to not come off as conceited.

Naturally, there are some classmates I’m not so sure I want to see. I get the Alumni Magazine and read blurbs like When not homeschooling her six children, Sally indulges her passion for playing violin with the symphony and has recently been promoted to Director of Strategic Development for Planet Earth… And if a guy has a full head of hair AND a beach house, I might throw my Caesar Salad at him. The weekend is ripe with possibilities!

That is, if I go. And honestly, I probably won’t. Maybe I’ll go late? I don’t know. Torn between the ceremonials of looking back or moving on, I’ll probably choose the latter. I might have more reunions, but this is Margo’s last dance with a six-foot owl and I just can’t miss it.