Last night The Greek and I went to my high school reunion. It was the first one I've been to and I graduated 24 years ago.
That actually physically hurt me to type that.
All my high school reunions have been in California, so I haven't made it to any of them.
My neighbor, Hans Hendershot, decided to throw one at his house here in Utah.
It's funny how many of us Mighty Eagles live so close to each other now, so many miles away from where we grew up.
A lot of us came to Utah many years ago to attend BYU and decided it was so nice up here we stayed.
I think all of us equally miss the beach and "real" Mexican food.
But, we're happy here in "Happy Valley" and have spent the last 15-20 raising our kids here.
It was strange last night because although I was one of the oldest alumni there and knew most of the other alumnus's older siblings, it felt like I was back in Escondido.
I can't explain what a unique place Escondido was to me. So many of the people and families I knew influenced me greatly. I have such a love for that place, especially the people.
It really is the people in your life that make all the difference.
And Escondido had some of the best people I've ever met.
For those who weren't there last night, you were missed.