In Day One of the official Bloomington High School South Class of ’87 reunion festivities, we took some food over to a friend’s house for a small get-together with a few generations of Amy’s closest friends from school. AJ showed a DVD he made from footage of the final two days of school twenty years ago. In the hour or so of footage—which was edited down to make some of the administrative long-windedness speeches, um, shorter—there was at least one gem that had YouTube written all over it. Although the techie in me was looking forward to claiming the footage as my own and uploading my first video to the web, I appreciate that he took the bullet for me in taking ownership of Amy singing some song about a dead buffalo.
Today is loaded with trips to the old school and meeting people with more body fat and less hair than I saw in the video. It’s a talented group that includes an Emmy-winning ESPN/ABC producer-director, a syndicated cartoonist, and the leader of a dance troupe. And now, a YouTube golden child.
Congrats to all the Panthers who returned to reconnect. I grew up in Woodstock, so my eyes will be vicariously misty.