The day before my graduation from Soldan High School in St. Louis, the principal called an assembly.
He wanted to say farewell informally, he explained, as he reviewed our years together. There was hardly a dry eye among us as he concluded, “We will remember you, and hope you will remember us; more importantly, we want you to remember each other. I want all of you to meet in this very auditorium 25 years from today.”
There was a moment of silence; then a thin voice piped up, “What time?”