PRP, Class of '70

I went to a class reunion, the 40th reunion of PRP.  They were the first class I was with, beginning to end.  I started after the beginning of the year in 1965, but this was my first graduating class.  I remembered names but not always faces.  We met at Mike Linnig's with about 75 in attendance.  Nice group.
The scary, or sobering, thing about the reunion is that many of these "kids" are now grandparents and retired.  My own 50th reunion is approaching next year and I realized that I am only 10 years older than the Class of '70.  At the time, they seemed so young and I so old; now, we are all old.
My brother was "insulted" when a student called him "Mr. Hay" and he had to point to me and correct them.
It was nice to hear about their careers, grand children, and adventures.  When old people gather, they often compare illnesses and we did that, too.
One or two reminded me of some interaction we had and it was nice to hear that I actually did something right or at least they remembered it as right.
The class meets tomorrow night for the formal reunion; can't make it but it was nice sharing this reunion gathering.