A Journey Home to Reunite & Reconnect

Posted: September 22, 2010 in Nonprofit Social Media
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My journey home.

I was raised in the small town of Bellingham, Massachusetts (not to be confused with the large town of Bellingham, Washington).  When my parents moved us there it was a town of 4,237 and is now a booming metropolis of 4,530.  For over a decade my Dad owned one of only two drugstores in the town — long before Ritalin, Viagra and Prozac were prescribed like Pez candy.  He also differentiated himself by offering free prescription delivery (imagine that).  Having half the town know your Dad certainly had its perks, but it also had its drawbacks — I had to obey EVERY traffic law and NEVER be at “that party” (really paid to have friends in North Smithfield).  Sadly my Dad died in 1994 after a two year battle, make that an all out war, with cancer.

It takes a lot for me to head back home, my statement in jest is that it takes a wedding or a funeral.  I am not sure why.  I love catching up with family and there are certainly enough weeks of nice weather to squeeze in a visit without rain, clouds or ice.  I’m a lifelong Boston sports fan and can’t get enough of watching the Red Sox (this season not so much).  I guess there are other places in the country my wife and I have really fallen in love with and even more we hope to visit, so our limited vacation time is precious.  Also, it would be a heck of a lot cheaper for us to fly my Mom out for a “granddaughter fix” than it would be to fly the four of us (especially with my 8 year old demanding she fly first class and not “last class”).

This visit was for the 25th reunion of my high school graduation class.  I graduated from Mount Saint Charles Academy in Woonsocket, Rhode Island.  Rather than fly in and out for the weekend, I actually stayed a week.  It was wonderful to disconnect, decompress, unwind and reconnect.  The reunion was fantastic.  Interesting how after the 25 years, the cliques, acne, and braces seem to have faded away with our angst and anxieties (well at least for the majority of us).

I am so impressed with our class — all achievers and overachievers, we could have launched several class action lawsuits, led a hostile corporate takeover, sold the reunion venue, bought the reunion venue, got a candidate elected, written the next great American novels,  and conducted surgery with the talent at our reunion (and made it all one big nonprofit).  This class that once locked arms and sang We Are The World (the real version) 25 years ago are in positions that change it each and every day.

25 years is a long time, yet it seemed just long enough for me.  Many of us started at “Mount” in the 7th grade — we may have bloomed together, however we blossomed when we were apart.  Time has made me appreciate our connection even more.  The word “reunion” certainly fits, as I feel reunited.

Sometimes you just don’t know the right time to head home.  This trip certainly was the right time.

Family Home

Formerly Dad's Store

Mount Saint Charles Academy

Great Dunkin Donuts on King Street (free WiFi)

RIP Dad (p.s. Sox won Series...twice)

Class of '85


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