COLUMN FIFTY-FOUR, DECEMBER 1, 2000
(Copyright © 2000 Al Aronowitz)
REUNION 2000 (A True Story)
Part I : THE M.I.A.
nothing quite like a High School Reunion to kick start a mid-life
that I needed much help.
the sudden, ugly death of a friend of mine last November I've been
doing the "what-does-it-all-mean-and-what-have-I-done-with-my-life?"
I've come back to my hometown, dropped my five year old daughter off at
my Mom's place, and have headed out to STRAIGHTON HALL with my old High
School buddy Lou.
get lost on the way there.
the life of me I can't figure out how Upper Sumas Mountain Road can
be at a lower elevation then Lower Sumas Mountain Road, but there you go.)
a narrow mountain road, and the ground mist is starting to roll in,
obscuring the surroundings. And we don't really know where we are.
I think to myself, this trip is turning into the Blair Witch
we manage to get to the hall.
are about a hundred grads from Abbotsford Senior Secondary's CLASS
OF '75 here tonight- most of whom I haven't seen or spoken to in 25 years.
Time and Mother Calorie have taken their toll...but most of us
don't look too bad. (In fact, some of the women are downright HOT!)
I find most interesting, however, is not who's here, but who's NOT
here- and why. I'm more curious about the critical lists than the success
James, for example, (and all these names have been changed by the
way- except Lou's), Bonnie James has apparently gone nuts.
whole family's crazy," someone says, "it was only a matter of
Clark is also conspicuous by his absence, and may or may not still
be dealing with the recent death of his younger brother Gary. Once again
I hear the horror story of Gary's drug-induced car accident, in which he
drove his speeding vehicle into, and then under, a stationary
on the missing list is the one guy both Lou and I were hoping would
show up- Neal Knox. With Knox around we knew there'd be a party.
got Parkinson's" Larry Azusa informs us, as he sparks up a joint
in the parking lot.
we pass the dope back & forth Larry proceeds to tell us a bizarre tale
of how Neal's disease was somehow brought on when he was hit by a
truck,and now he's just been handed a mulit-million dollar settlement from
and insurance company.
have no way to confirm this story.
getting a little stoned here.
also getting a little bummed out man.
decide to head back inside.
But the worst is yet to come.
Part II: LE GRANDE FAUX PAS and BOBBY BELLPHARO'S SCAR
out but still buzzed I stumble back into the hall, and heads to the bar.
that Claire Ravel? One of my many highschool crushes? My God-
she's still HOT! I better go over and say hello.
Claire, how's it going?"
she sighs slowly, "I guess I'm hanging in there."
you're hanging in there?? Jesus, Claire, is that the best you can
do tonight? You make it sound like you've got CANCER or something."
as soon as the words leave my mouth I know what she's going to tell
Ravel DOES have cancer.
was diagnosed last week.
they think it's benign."
starts radiation treatments next month.
please shoot me- shoot me NOW!
in the land of the living I ask Bobby Bellpharo if he's still got
see back in elementary school Bobby Bellpharo was involved in a freak
accident when a lawn mower spit a small stone half way across the baseball
diamond---the rock caught Bobby half an inch below his right eye.
still got the scar.
he says, grabbing my hand, and placing it up to the scar, "press
your finger right here."
got a fucking DENT in his face.
know," Larry Azusa says, "if that had happened today instead of
thirty-five years ago you could have sued their ass!"
"Yeah," Bobby Bellpharo says, "I'd be a goddamn millionare."
that night Lou and I are heading out to his car when we see Bobby
Bellpharo sitting on the back steps with his head in his hands.
lifts his head up- his eyes wide and filled with panic.
man," he moans, "I don't know what was in that joint that Larry Azusa
gave me besides weed, but I'm RACING here...my heart's going a mile a
minute I'm telling ya...ho-boy."
Bellpharo is 43 years old and built like a five and a half foot
tall refrigerator---he doesn't really need his heart to be pounding like a
sledgehammer in late July. He's having a hard time coming down, and he's
more than a little fucked up.
offer to drive him back to his Mom's place, where he's staying for the
weekend. We somehow manage to get him into the car.
don't really know where we're heading.
is our navigator.
it isn't long before we don't really know where we are.
I'm having Blair Witch Flashbacks again.
we manage to find ourselves on Old Yale Road.
a Road Block.
some kinda Highschool Flashback here, and I figure that perhaps The
Roadblock is somehow part of the Reunion Package. But then again- I'm
is still coming down.
is at the wheel, and when asked by the Police if he's been drinking
this evening he says what he always says:
is what the Police want to hear.
wave us through.
OLD was that cop anyway?" Lou asks, "He looked like he was 12."
BE 12 next year," Bobby says.
the time we drop Bobby off at his Mom's place he's looking a little
thanks us and we say goodnight.
have visions of him dying in his sleep. Choking on his own vomit or
something. His mother finding him in the morning. Lou and I the last two
people to see him alive.
next night is Part Two of the Reunion.
a dance held at Matsqui Hall. That's half a block from where Lou
used to live, so we don't get lost this time.
Bobby Bellpharo with a beer in his hand.
can't keep a good refrigerator down.
Lives!" I cry out, and toast his health.
Ravel doesn't make it tonight.
Larry Azusa is there.
the end of the night he's dancing with a chair.
they all lived happily ever after.
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