Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

Received an email from a high school classmate today - actually, someone I've known since third grade. He's apparently involved with the planning of our 15-year reunion this summer, which I've been hoping would happen. I'll do my damnedest to be there, and I won't deny that at least part of the reason is to ask, how do you like me now?! In many ways, I'm a very different person from the kid I was in high school. I certainly like myself a lot more, and by and large love my life. This could be rather interesting...

[And yes, I know I promised more high school stories a while back. Be patient. They're coming.]