I was just having lunch at Cafe Mia on Far West and happened to see Calan Thurow there. (For the blissfully unaware, Cistercian is the name of my high school.) He was with some other guy with glasses, long hair and a wispy goatee, looked like a programmer. I spared both of us the awkward small talk and didn’t say anything to him. I don’t think he recognized me anyway. I can’t even remember if he was two years behind me or three.
He’s put on some weight (not that I’ve avoided that myself) and the baldness fairy has been considerably less kind to him than to me. I never really knew him in school, but I’ll remain forever grateful to his dad. His joke of a government class saved me from two mind-numbingly boring semesters of government at UT.
For those of you that didn’t know, I played in a band with Jason Temple for most of ’96 and part of ’97. Other than that, I haven’t had too much contact with Cistercianers since graduating from UT, even my own classmates. Funny how you grow apart over time. Might be an interesting exercise to have some sort of alum meeting place here on thechunk.com, even if it’s just my class. Something to consider…
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