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I was sixty-five-years-old, a widow and a retired teacher. I kept my hand in education, and today I was giving a lecture at the Classic Hotel in Franklin on the state of education.

Little did I know that at the same time, Franklin High School was holding their 20th class reunion in the Classic. Many of those "kids" I'd had in class.

I was sitting in the hotel coffee shop, reviewing my lecture notes. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Isaacson?"

"I'm Bill Isaacson."

"You probably don't remember us, I'm Briana Holtzman. Holtzman now, Briana Fenton, twenty years ago."

"I'm Kendra Jarvis."

I had no idea who they were, but for a woman her age, this Briana was stunningly beautiful and Kendra, although a big woman was proportionally well-built. I guessed they were closing in on forty. Much too young for me, besides I hadn't had a date in ages. My wife died a decade ago.

"You don't recognize us, do you?"

"Should I?"

They pointed to the big banner on the wall: "WELCOME FRANKLIN CLASS OF 1990."

I must have had a blank stare on my face.

"Mr. Isaacson, we were in your class. Bri Fenton."

"Kendra Jarvis."

"Ladies, I taught for over 30 years. 5 classes of 25 kids a year, times thirty years. That's over three thousand students. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. . . "

"Besides, at my age, I'm starting to forget things."

"There's a couple of other girls over there. Won't you join us?"

I looked at my watch. I had some time before I had to give my lecture. "Sure."

"Girls, look who we found."

"Hey, it's Mr. Isaacson. How are you?"

I was surprised they recognized me. I was balding and had put on some weight. They introduced themselves.

"I'm Mady Nathan."

"Phyllis Cronin."

"Terri Thompson."

The names didn't mean anything to me. They might have been their married names, which would have meant even less.

"How is Mrs. Isaacson?"

My wife, Mary, was also a teacher. I explained that she'd passed away ten years ago,

They offered their sympathies. Kendra Jarvis said, "Mr. Isaacson, are you staying here?"

"Yes, I'm giving a lecture. There's a dinner tonight. Why?"

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