Date:  June 17, 2006

Place:        Verdi's
                 680 Old Country Road
                 Westbury, NY 11590

Time:         7:00 p.m. - Midnight

To see the list of attending alums, click HERE.

To see the photos already received from the reunion, click HERE and click the arrow at the bottom of the
page to continue viewing.  Photos will be added as

Please e-mail them (renamed!) to Carol Marston at

Click HERE to fill in your information for your class
directory which will be sent to Liz Pearsall.

Instructions how to send to Liz are on the page.

Contact Liz (Schwartz) Pearsall at

or these alums:

Beth (Gertler) Larson at

Jeanie (Steiker) Corn at




Every ten years, as summertime nears, 
An announcement arrives in the mail, 
A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand; 
Make plans to attend without fail.


I'll never forget the first time we met; 
We tried so hard to impress. 
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars, 
And wore our most elegant dress. 

It was quite an affair; the whole class was there. 
It was held at a fancy hotel. 
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined, 
And everyone thought it was swell. 

The men all conversed about who had been first 
To achieve great fortune and fame. 
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses 
And how beautiful their children became. 


The homecoming queen, who once had been lean, 
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six. 
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair, 
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks. 


No one had heard about the class nerd 
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon; 
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain; 
She married a shipping tycoon. 


The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed" 
Was serving ten years in the pen, 
While the one voted "least" now was a priest; 
Just shows you can be wrong now and then. 

They awarded a prize to one of the guys 
Who seemed to have aged the least. 
Another was given to the grad who had driven 
The farthest to attend the feast. 


They took a class picture, a curious mixture 
Of Afros, long hair and wide ties. 
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini; 
You never saw so many thighs.

At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not. 
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal; 
By this time we'd all gone to pot. 


It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores; 
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans. 
Then most of us lay around in the shade, 
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans. 


And now I can't wait, they've set the date, 
Our 30th is coming, I'm told. 
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall 
So don't be left out in the cold!

Author Unknown 



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