My Senior year was a hard one. And I can feel the pain of growing up even today. But mostly I feel lucky. I feel lucky because The Class of 1969 was diverse and kind. It was a class of change and hope and the feeling that nothing could stand in our way. Yep, I feel lucky to be alive and happy and looking forward to saying hello to all those people I didn't get to say hello to when we were at school. We were a classy class.