Folks from the 1960s decade of Central High School classes gathered at the Arena building for a mixer Friday night. We’re getting to be a grayer group, but Terry Hopkins can still don his letter sweater without splitting the seams. Others – too many of us – are no longer around.
I kept looking around wishing I could see Bill East, who was at the 2010 reunion. Alas, he was one of the good guys taken way too early by cancer in 2012.
I apologize for the quality of some of the photos. The building was dark as the inside of a whale’s belly, and the lighting color balance was all over the charts. Maybe I should say the fuzzy pictures were a feature to make us look better rather than a technical drawback.
Reunion photo gallery
Click on any photo to make it larger, then use your arrow keys to move through the gallery. On a personal note, thanks to all of you who said nice things about this blog and who told me how much they appreciated Mother, even though most of you had never met her in person.
I could not attend, but that makes me appreciate the photos all the more.
Thanks!
darn – nobody that even looks vaguely familiar from class of ’63…not that they would all these years later. thanks for the photos though – wish I had been there.
“darker than a”. Ken I was prepared for some really subpar shots from you. Instead, I get the best possible and smooth lighting of any indoor shots I’ve seen. I’m always wondering how you do it so well. These are stellar!
Great fun seeing the photos even though I recognized only a few of the faces. Thanks for sharing.
I had so many great conversations with people that I never really knew very well and some I had never spoken to before. Wore me out in a good way. I hope they had similar experiences.
Several people credited the Internet, Facebook, and digital photography with friendships today that were just acquaintances back in the day. Thanks for adding your gifted eye and technical skill to these. Lovely!
Ken,
Your photographs are always stellar. You make people look good; this is a gift.
Thank you.
Sheila
I just shoot what’s in front of me.
Ran across your blog on the internet. I don’t recognize any of the faces, and only a few of the names.
I’ve locked my memories of Central High in a trunk and placed that trunk into the darkest corner of my mind’s attic. Growing up gay in Cape Girardeau was not a lark.
Growing old in gay-centric Wilton Manors, FL, is a delight.