Once upon a time, three young fellows, wet
behind the ears, met at a boarding high school
in Sioux City, Iowa. The boy from Kansas City
wore brown oxfords; the other two of them
sported Iowa clodkickers.
Four years later, those same three fellows, not
quite so green but not as wise as perhaps they
thought, graduated and went their separate ways
- each to his separate college, then to work, and
to wife and family and better shoes.
As certain is certain, the years pass quickly.
Forty-two years later, those three classmates,
older now and wiser and a little more weary,
went to a school re-union and there they played
music for their friends all upon a Saturday night.
“That was tremendous fun,” they said to each
other at two in the morning, having pancakes
afterwards. “But that can’t be all there is to it.”
It wasn’t, for now it is Happy Ever After,
and they are happily old.