After grandson Nathaniel’s graduation party, we had dinner with friends of long standing. They have known our grandson all his life. I enjoyed hearing about their granddaughter’s graduation two days before. Her class had 93 graduates and was quite different. Instead of processing them like cattle, someone read a short bio about each one. They included awards, academic achievements, and where the student would be going to college. In addition to all the speeches and lengthy diploma ritual, this class had a formal recessional. The graduation ceremony took twice as long as Nathaniel’s. It must have been very gratifying.
When host Al knew Nathaniel was inside, he invited him out to help cook the steaks. What a meal we had! The meat was exceptionally tender and tasty. They also served a tossed salad, corn on the cob, a corn concoction in the husk, and fresh bread. Ice cream with a choice of hot toppings ended the meal. Excellent coffee set it off to perfection.
Being with old friends is such a delight. You pick up right where you left off, because you have a shared history. Through the evening we caught up on recent events and verbally checked up on mutual friends. I don’t remember a train conversation this time, but Al is always trying to share at least one tidbit of information on trains that John doesn’t know. Once in a while he succeeds. Karen and I talked about graduated grandchildren and our college days, among a thousand other things. I’m ashamed to say I forgot to ask what she was knitting these days. She’s an expert and creates the most beautiful things. I lined everyone up for a quick photo as we were leaving. It had been a soul-satisfying evening.