This was a fun (and funny) 11th grade tradition from 1990.
The article was written by Alison Green:
https://www.amazon.com/Alison-Green/e/B006T9CAE0%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share
The photo was taken by Matt Rettig:
https://democracyforamerica.com/site/our_candidates/626-rettig-for-assembly
20 years ago I did a History Fellowship at Stanford University with Dr. Al Camarillo. Paul and Will were my main men during my time there.
My first job in San Francisco was as a bilingual volunteer coordinator at the 30th Street Senior Center. In all my years of travel abroad I never spoke more Spanish than at the senior center.
we talk about life
stumbling upward toward East
Peak, the fog slowly
disappearing into blue sky
day on this mountain
where we remember thirty
that age when last
here, ascending together as
if time remains still
but no, five kids
between us, balding heads
failing vision, and all
the rest of middle
age, to think in
another fourteen we will
be sixty, how long
will the mountain remain
ours, before it nudges
us off fire roads, away
from crow filled branches
we look down on
Lake Lagunitas, that water
holding minutes like a
Jim Croce song that
lasts forever, then stops
because it is
free to bend
lips so people
can see that
there is joy
in our heads,
happy wrinkles, crinkles
those twinkling eyes
telling everyone it
is okay, the
universe is fine,
and when we do
make this grin
all of us win
