Editor’s note

At the reunion of the Mt. Vernon Township High School Class of 1967 we all agreed to agree that we “hadn’t changed a bit,” but the world had. More people came this time because we’d all gotten together on Facebook, and some of us looked up answers to the 60s trivia quiz on our smartphones (How did Buffalo Bob start off the “Howdy Doody Show”?). On the tour of our old high school, some of us paused in the Latin classroom, to channel Mrs. Changnon, who I can still hear saying, “Make it yours!”, and in the journalism room, where a pretty teacher had inspired careers. In the gym we remembered what we were doing that Friday in our freshman year when we heard that the president had been shot in Dallas. We baby boomers were one of the largest classes ever. Now there are 300 fewer students in the school, which struggles with tardiness and attendance, not big issues back then as I recall. Asbestos and inaccessibility have doomed those hallowed halls, soon to be replaced by a new school out on the sprawling edge of town. Our class plans to tour it at our 50th . –Fletcher Farrar, editor and publisher

Cover illustration by Steve Thomma