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Reunions, Chapter 1 by William L. Kutsch, March 2005

I suppose the second half of my life began in early May, 2000, when I received an announcement about the twentieth reunion of my high school graduating class. Ward Melville High School, my alma mater, the home of the Patriots, was calling me, Robert Keane, to join their party.

Reunions, Chapter 2 by William L. Kutsch, July 2005

I always thought that events occurred for a reason. I felt the older I became, the less and less I believed in coincidence. It also seemed that there existed a parallel universe, and occasionally their molecules mixed with ours.

Reunions, Chapter 3 by William L. Kutsch, February 2006

Naturally, I'd call Trish that night. Deep down I knew I should. I was sitting at my computer desk, trying to find someone to e-mail or a Website to visit, but the phone kept staring me in the face.

Pick it up and call her. It's okay. Besides, it won't cost anything. It's a toll-free number.

"Hello" came the raspy voice from the other end of the phone.

Reunions, Chapter 4 by William L. Kutsch, February 2006

Since my first call, Trish and I spent the better part of June firing e-mails back and forth, with a few phone calls in between. The topics ranged from reunion details to expanding on personal matters we'd previously discussed. The planned transportation on reunion night consisted of a stretch Lincoln Navigator courtesy of Lynda's parents. Trish also provided me with a list of expected attendees that she'd gotten from an Internet site.

A Strong Right by Robert T. Tuohey, October 2008

Walt was barely listening. Occasionally, he glanced up to the front, into the barroom mirror some few feet away. The kid was talking, slow, sincere, but with hesitation.

No, it just wouldn't cut ice. Transitions were damn tricky things. The shop needed an experienced man, or at least a guy with a good track record behind him. An honest look and a new tech diploma just weren't enough to gamble on.

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