The other night at church, Kathy and I ran across an old high school class mate of ours.  And, while we remembered the guy, we couldn’t remember what class he was in.  So, when we got home, we got out the high school year books to look him up.

Sure enough, he graduated a year after me. And while finding his face in the book was interesting,  I found the signatures in the book to be even more interesting.  (It was a tradition that when the year books arrived, we would all get together and sign each others year books.)

While I reread the signatures and messages in the book and remembered these people, there was one name that I couldn’t place.  It was from someone named Lyn.  The message mentioned all of the good times that we had together but I honestly could not place the name.

I graduated with a guy named Lyn but I was not really social with him.  I suppose all of the “good times” could have been a reference to the school in general and not anything personal.  Then again, it could have been written by some underclassman, some girl, perhaps, who secretly had a thing for me.

Well any way, that was 40 years ago and I am sure that this Lyn has forgotten what he/she wrote.  I know that I am not going to loose sleep over it.