Update 01 November 10
And what a time it was.
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American Bandstand 1957
P.F. Flyers 1962 Mobil Station 1953
Davy Crockett Coonskin Cap 1955 Royal Typewriter Model FP 1961
Beatle Boots 1964 S & H Green Stamps 1959
Hula Hoops 1959
3-D Glasses 1956 Fallout Shelter 1957
Huffy Radiobike 1955
Keystone Capri K-30 8mm 1957 Zenith Cobra-Matic Record Changer 1950
Flexible Flyer Airline Junior 1955
Vitalis 1965 Schlitz Softop Can 1960
Radion Rabbit Ears 1959 Marshmallow Fluff 1953
Brownie Target Six-20 Camera 1946 First McDonald's 1955
NY Mets Mr. Met Mug 1963 Glass Milk Bottles 1956
Bendix G-15 Computer 1956
JFK & Ike 1960 Sony TR-63 1957
Bell & Howell 256 8mm Projector 1963 Sony Video Rover DV-2400 Portapack 1967
Sylvania Blue Dot Flash Bulbs 1965 Swanson TV Dinner 1959
Beatle Wig 1964 Solarex Scientific Sun Glasses 1948
Duncan Beginners YoYo 1962 Mickey Mouse Pez 1955
A & W Root Beer Mug 1964 Siamese Cats TV Lamp 1958
Zenith G2355 1950 RCA 17S351 1954 Admiral Color C1617A 1953
Metal Ice Cube Trays 1958 8mm Movie Film 1960
Superman Lunchbox 1954 Old Spice Shaving Mug 1951
Every five years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
"A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail."
I'll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.
It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined and we dined and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.
The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no more do kicks.
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who'd always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted "least" now was a priest;
Shows you can be wrong now and then.
They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.
They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.
At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.
It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.
And now I can't wait; they've just set the date;
Our fiftieth is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the shady Rest Home for the old.
Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.
I'm feeling quite hearty, I'm ready to party;
I'll dance 'til the dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; I just hope there's one
Other person who gets there that nght.