Did Lawrence lust after Martha? He must have, since he as much as admitted it to his friend Roger. Or was Roger interested only in clear communication?
I’m referring to the closing graphs of a recent column, in which Lawrence and Roger met in a nightclub and Roger asked Lawrence, “What do you think of Martha and I as a potential twosome?”
And Lawrence replied, “Martha and me would be more like it.”
A class reunion is a great opportunity to get caught up on one’s classmates.
It wasn’t exactly my classmates who caught me up, but rather those of the Springer High School classes of 1961-64, of which my wife Bonnie was a member. Bonnie’s class, which graduated 30-plus students, had the largest showing, around 20, of four consecutive classes, quite a feat inasmuch as the class of ‘61 is the oldest of the four.
Bonnie told me she’d completely forgotten a couple of the attendees, and in fairness, said a different couple of classmates couldn’t place her either.
She needn’t feel bad. At the 20-year reunion of that class, in 1981, attended by roughly the same people, I wanted to test their sincerity.
Four of us Trujillo siblings got together over the weekend after they’d arrived in town to attend a Calcutta program, a fund-raiser-dinner for the Immaculate Conception Church.
Several of us gathered for breakfast at the Spic and Span Saturday, a repeat of what we may have done 30 or 40 times for 30 or 40 years. And because of what’s been in the local news lately, it struck me that the missing ingredient at the tables was cigarettes; years ago, several of us would have lit up — along with most of the patrons there.
What would happen if someone were to call a major airport and say, “I have an exploding suitcase”?
If someone were to make that call, immediately, the Transportation Security Administration would find ways to ban all luggage from flights.
And even though we read about how the TSA had begun to ease up on some of the draconian measures for screening passengers, apparently word hadn’t really gotten around.