I grew up in a border town — half in Virginia, half in Tennessee — about three hours north of where we presently live.

In the last fifteen years, I’ve only gone back a handful of times. Today, K and I are making the trip to meet with people I haven’t seen in twenty years, most of whom I knew only in passing, and many of whom I probably won’t recognize, and if I do, I likely won’t remember their names immediately. Yet there are a few, and to see them again will be worth it.

I wonder, in the age of social networking, will future generations have twenty-year reunions?