Those in the class of 1963 have turned 70 years old or soon will.
There were only about 36 graduates that year in the small south Texas town of Freer.
Many of us had started first grade together and everybody knew everybody.
Graduation would scatter us like dust in the brush country where we grew up.
We would journey into the 1960s with hopes and dreams of the young
and then emerge in a new millennium where all the dreams may not have come true.
The memories linger sweetly.