Long. Road. Home.

“In daylights, in sunsets

In midnights, in cups of coffee

In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife

In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

How do you measure, a year in the life?”

This past week, I spent approximately 5,800 minutes with 17 guys who, in many cases, I had not seen in 35 years. Yes it’s a lot of numbers to absorb, but when put together, it was an experience that will last a lifetime. (Well that is until we meet up again—hopefully sooner rather than later.)

The reason? It was a fraternity reunion where everyone of us came together in search of bringing “back to life,” even if for a short period of time, the wonders of living at 901 Maryland Drive while attending the University of Missouri in the late 70’s. 

No this is not the “Wonder Years” from TV,  we’re talking about probably the most important years of our lives where we assumed—being on our own—would allow us to take our first steps toward adulthood. What we didn’t realize all those years ago, was that we were about to form a new family as “brothers” living together and forming bonds that were unbreakable. (At least after the pledging was completed!)

It would have seemed logical to meet up at Mizzou or a city within driving distance of the University. I mean, after all, most everyone there lives minutes, if not a few hours, from one another. But that was not the case, we were invited by one of our brothers who lives in Colorado. No offense to the “Show-Me-State,” but the “Centennial State” provided a better backdrop for an incredible gathering of friends—where every one of us brought memories to share.

Whereas I would be breaking every code if I discussed what was said during the long weekend, I can say that we have all been through times that showed we have the grit and desire to live life at its fullest—no matter what is dished up. We also have some very smart guys who are doctors, lawyers, dentists, those who are financial-focused, an engineer, businessmen, a pilot and more. (I didn’t talk too much about what I do—I am sure they have a really high regard for someone in advertising. NOT.)

There were many great moments on the trip, I went bike riding (all downhill for 17 miles) ate wonderful food, and spent several hours with old friends hiking up a mountain side. Did I think I could do it? I was concerned. But I made it! (Yes, I had my trusty Nikon with me!)

The photo above was taken one night when two of our brothers took out their guitars, and took us on a journey back in time singing songs of the era.

From the moment I arrived in Colorado, until the time we all said “Good-bye,” I knew I was never going to forget these 96 hours where seventeen guys ventured many miles to come together. I am really hoping we have another reunion sooner rather than later—we are a band of brothers, and we need to remember, no matter what is in our way, we stand together.

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