You weren’t even sure why you were there. Who needs class reunions, anyhow? Would any of your friends attend?

Every year about this time, you catch yourself looking out the window, longingly. Spring is coming.

This morning, when you got out of bed and wandered into the bathroom, the same face that’s greeted you on hundreds of mornings stared back at you in the mirror.

You swore you’d never do it. But you did.

When it comes to members of the opposite sex, it’s all about numbers.

You thought you knew your rights. You’ve seen every episode of “Perry Mason” and “CSI” and watched plenty of courtroom-drama movies.

Ahhh, the new year. It’s the time to use up that bookstore gift certificate that’s burning a hole in your pocket.

For several months now, you’ve been keeping a tight eye on Washington.

Today’s 18-year-olds don’t remember a time before the Internet. Ronald Reagan was already a trivia answer when they were born and Nelson Mandella was a free man.

The organ starts to play and you’re nervous.