Long gone are the days of Mister Tibbs and tie dye-laden war protests, the era of flower-liveried VW buses and bell bottoms. It's been decades since Hendrix played live; since we passed doobies while listening to the Doobie Brothers. High school seems like a different lifetime altogether. For some of us, our kids have already graduated high school. The idea of dress codes and lockers and running in the hall is a faded memory.

But it's time to relive those memories. Your 40th High School Reunion is coming up, and we want you to take a break from your busy life to recall a simpler time. Take a break from your busy career. Girls, put away the Clinique make up and dig out your Twiggy wig & Yardly; guys, go freshen up that Camaro that's been sitting in your garage collecting dust.

This is the first of a series of newsletters that you'll be receiving as we get closer to our reunion; your reunion. You are among the Walt Whitman graduating class of 1970. The lives and career choices of our graduating class have broadly and diversely branched out. But we all share a common bond; we all spent some time together during a crucial part of our lives. Long gone are the days of the British Invasion and Woodstock and long hair; it's been a while since Nixon banned cigarette ads from television and the Pinto made its debut. But we're hoping that you'll relive those days with us.