A few months ago one of my superiors retired. This month, he decided to host a celebration that included more than eclairs and fruit punch.
I arrived to find a wine/beer bar, salmon, dolmathes, meatballs, fruit, chocolates, cheese and crackers and knew I would be staying for a while.
As people came and went his wife pointed out/introduced me to other guests, “That group in the corner is the wild group.” I looked to the corner to find a group of six adults, ranging from 60-70 in age, sitting calmly, chatting and drinking wine. My boss provided clarification, “They’re actually the used to be wild group.”
Pretty soon, the only people still at the party were me, my boss, his wife and the wild group. “Let’s open another bottle of champagne!” one of them suggested and another hopped up quickly to grab a bottle (or two) from the car.
We made a toast and they shared stories about things they used to do, but mostly discussed the dangers of icy walkways. As 70s and 80s songs played overhead one of them asked, “Is this easy listening? I asked for easy listening.” It was then I knew that I had just seen a glimpse of my future. Cheers to the wild group!