Father of teen too tired to run reunion

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By Paul Strandberg
Alexandria Class of 1965 President
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Reading about retirement from Sandi Pennar Bonesteel makes me realize the price I paid for winning the prize at the 25th reunion for having the youngest child.
I've graduated two kids out of school (and for a while out of the country), but my 14-year-old promises to keep me working until I'm at least 65. My situation pales, however, considering that I just beat out John Herdan who had triplets shortly before the last reunion -- if my gradually fading memory serves me right.
Having attended two reunions this year, I can guarantee that name tags will be essential. For those who see me without a name tag, I've been told I look either like Donald Rumsfeld or Henry Gibson. Given my politics, I prefer Henry.
As the supposed class president, I've enjoyed pushing things off on Stan. His winning efforts on every class of '65 Homecoming float (let alone the 1990 ReOnion class newspaper) showed he has the energy and imagination to set up a successful get-together.
Having spent a fair amount of my life in The Corral bar, I heartily endorse the choice of location. No country clubs for the rowdiest class to spread fear into the hearts of Jefferson faculty.
Keep the comments flowing and let Stan or me (paul.strandberg@state.mn.us) know what's happening with you and pass the news on to any classmate you know.