The main reason for our trip back to Nebraska was to attend my ten year class reunion. I had the best time. I realize how much I miss my friends. I graduated with a class of 36, with 23 of us attending since we were in kindergarten. My friend Rich put it best when he said our school friends are like the A team and everyone you meet after that is the B team. I haven't made or had memories like the ones I made in school. Did I mention I was voted most outspoken? Some things never change....

My reunion consisted of meeting at the bar on Friday night, having a get together at the lake on Saturday afternoon, a dinner that evening, and the bar afterwards. Doesn't sound to exciting, but I can't seem to get enough of drunk cowboys dancing. Wish I would have taken more picts, I was too busy talking.


Some fun facts where I grew up (Bridgeport) is located on the Oregon Trail, Mormon Trail, Pony Express, and some others. I remember growing up there were some idiots that would re-enact the wagon trains during the summer. All their wagons would be strolling down the streets and there horses crapping everywhere, dressed up like freaking pioneers. Anyway, one of the historical points along the way is Courthouse and Jail House rock. We use to climb them back in the day. Now I guess you can, if you want to die.