[1]Last weekend in Connecticut, in a sumptuous house overlooking the harbor, 40 college classmates gathered for a reunion. I was invited, but said, sorry, no, with the handy excuse of it not being convenient right now for a cross country trek. By phone yesterday, I got the recap from a close friend who was there. It was fun, she said, everyone looked good, most were still married, several people asked about me. And I had a familiar pit in my stomach, wondering how my present day was described – especially with the inevitable question – What’s up with her love life?
Image: part of the Loser Party series by Gustavo Rubini [1]