Reunion promises to be a trip back to the ’80s



Next weekend will be the 30-year reunion for the Davison High School Class of 1985. Looking back, it’s hard to believe it’s been three decades since I took that walk down the aisle in my cap and gown and received my diploma.

As I sat here and thought back to those days, when it seemed like we had nothing but the future ahead of us, I couldn’t help but wonder where the time has gone. Back then we had plans for college, careers and eventually families of our own. Children, grandchildren, mortgages, retirement — all of that seemed so far away.

Now here we sit: the Class of 1985. Many of us have those things we barely, if ever, imagined 30 years ago. We survived the 1980s, considered by many to be a decade of greed, where the rich got richer and Wall Street was booming.

Then came the 1990s, which is called the Best Decade Ever by some who enjoyed years of great jobs, making money and banking for the future. Many of us thought our careers were on track and we would all have great big nest eggs for retirement.

The decade of 2000 was one of doom and gloom. It started with fears of a Y2K6 computer bug, which never came to be, and then digressed into the day none of us will forget — Sept. 11, 2001. The day we all grew up. The day we all had to stop and look at what was important. By the end of that decade we had seen the bottom drop out of employment figures and it seemed like everyone, once they were working again, were doing it for much less. The nest eggs built in the ’90s were gone in many cases and we were starting our lives over.

Today I personally look back and though my life has seen its ups and downs, I am happy to be where I am at. I’m working, I have two great children — one of whom just graduated and is pursuing her own dreams at college — and I am with someone I love. I am not rich, but when I set out 30 years ago to be a writer I knew I never would be. I am doing what I love, and there are many people who can’t say that about their career.

So as I go into my 30-year Class Reunion, I hope to see all of the Class of 1985 doing well, happy with their lives and comfortable to look back with few if any regrets — except maybe parachute pants, leg warmers, those giant hoop earrings all the women wore in the 1980s and, oh yes, mullets in the 1990s. Those are all things we can regret and put behind us, but the rest is simply history.

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