THE WOLVES ARE COMING HOME

We all have memories from high school, some great, some we truly would like to forget. What we remember as good or bad is our own experience. 35 years ago I was making a dress. It was a renaissance-style muslin dress with a burgundy cover that buttoned across the bodice. I stood on a float, my escort was Brock, a good friend of mine because Keith was playing football for UC Davis and couldn't be there. Homecoming royalty for Vintage High School in Napa, California. It was fun to be there with my friends, enjoying the spotlight, savoring the moment.

And now, it is a Riverton High School moment. It is Homecoming week. There was an assembly this morning to introduce their royalty. I was proud to my son, Randy, up there on the stage, escorting another candidate, answering silly questions and dancing to the singing of a classmate. He will remember this 35 years from now as one of those nice memories from high school. This afternoon there will be the powder puff game, tomorrow the burning of the wolf, then off to the Friday night lights and football. We will be tailgateing Friday before the game. Saturday afternoon we will be feeding a group of couples who will be attending the Homecoming Dance Saturday evening. The date requests and responses have happened. The clothes are picked. The flowers ordered and the plans complete. Meal planning for these events will keep this weekend lively and busy. I am thankful for the happy memories Randy is making in his high school experience. I am blessed to be part of them.

So to this, I raise my glass and say, "Good luck Wolves in your quest to come home and good luck to Randy in all that he wishes for this week and always."