Still learning at ISB

The reunion edition

Last night’s dinner for the more than 300 participants had laughter, tears, a long poem of some creativity, trophies for Green House athletes defeating the old chums from the other three houses, and photographs.

I saw my former War College student who was Mr. EVERYTHING at ISB; we breakfasted with him and his wife along with dear Carol. I reconnected with a couple of classmates, heard the woes and joys of family, and watched the traditional entertainment of herding cats for photographs. 1973, as the fifty year class, had 49 people show up for their picture. We were no where near that number in my group.

Carol and Tim provided transportation for the four us to St. Augustine where we spent a sweltering, then soggy but delightful day. Ranger Steve who had been at Fort Matanza on Friday was at St. Augustine yesterday. The abundant Spanish conversations we heard at the national monument proved my point we are a bilingual nation regardless of the foolish notion we aren’t.

It reminded me that life is so bloody damned short to live tomorrow or yesterday alone. All we get is today so make the most of it. For all the negatives confronting us in this country, we have so much to celebrate as well.FIN