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Larry Klein
I'm pretty certain there are books out there somewhere about "NORMAL" in the context we've depicted here. I'm not well read (hate it, actually), so I couldn't begin to tell you who, where or what those books are about. But it seems to me that most of us choose and define our own "normal" as we go along through the pages of our lives. I could have gone to Withrow HS like every one of my 6th grade classmates did, but that didn't feel normal to me. I could have finished my degree at UC instead of joining the Marines after junior year. And why the Marines? Seemed nearer to my normal. Once I did finish my degree, a masters didn't feel right, so off I went to Texas looking for a clearer path to some executive position someday. I knew I could get there, and when I did - revelation! That wasn't MY normal, so I moved on (or back) to a place where I knew I was the best at what I was doing. I retired earlier than most because I had other things to do (tournament bridge, golf, managing finances for most of my family). Now I coach the kids at Walnut in the sport I love most - golf. It feels "normal" to me.
Through all of that "normal", many abnormal things have influenced my choices at times. Viet Nam in '69, quitting my VP slot in '84 and living off the land (and racetracks) for a year, prostate cancer in '99, being "riffed" in '01 a year after earning "employee of the year" award (a custom Eagle sits on my TV for that one). There have been other less traumatic events. Each of those served to momentarily re-define MY "normal". Yet, as Gail wrote in an earlier post, I am still the same. We are all still the same.
I only hope we are all still the same in 2016 when we reune again, and for many more reunions after. I boast often of being in the WHHS Class of '64 and how widely influential OUR class has been through the years. And yet, we are still - "normal".
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