A mystery event at a school reunion

Not much happening in the world of hunting, fishing, camping, hiking and other outdoor related activities.

So, I thought the sports editor might allow me to deviate from the norm to share a mysterious happening at a school reunion.

I’ll let you be the judge of whether it really happened or was a figment of my imagination. I don’t know.

Just about all of us have at one time or another attended a reunion of classmates from the school where we built some cherished memories long years ago.

I know I look forward to mine, held annually in the South Portsmouth High School gymnasium, which is now more than 70 years old.

I got to the old schoolhouse early to help with preparations for the buffet dinner, making sure the soft drinks and paper plates and utensils were ready and the coffee pot was filled and ready for perking.

Then, before the 100 or so attendees showed up, there was time to walk the grounds and recall some of those fond memories of yesteryear.

I was looking up at the windows of the classroom where I attended fifth grade when I was startled by a person looking back at me.

The image appeared to be a boy, 11 or 12 years old. He waved at me and smiled. I could see the gap where half of a front tooth was missing.

That quickly brought to my remembrance the hard-hit grounder I had tried to field when the ball took a weird bounce and smacked me in the mouth. It left me with half a tooth knocked out and my mother trying to save enough money for dental work.

That happened more than 60 years ago.

The towhead, whom I now recognized as me, turned off the smile. He was waving one finger.

He frowned and his gaze seemed to bore into me. I shook my head from side to side, rubbed my eyes, but the image persisted.

How could this be? It was me, at age 11, and he appeared to be trying to warn me. Of what? Some impending disaster?

“What is it?” I asked aloud, glancing quickly around to make sure no one was around to hear me…talking to myself.

As quickly as the image appeared it was gone from the window. Apparently, he decided that whatever it was, I was better off not knowing.

That strange event happened six years ago. Since then I have continued to live life one day at a time. My years have already reached more than I expected.

I think that we all, if given the choice, would rather not know what the future holds.


Stop me if I’ve told you this one before:

A frog goes into a bank and approaches a teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.

“Miss Whack, I’d like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday.”

Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name.

The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it’s okay, he knows the bank manager.

Patty tells the frog he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.

The frog says, “Sure. I have this,” and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about half an inch tall – bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty says that she’ll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.

She finds the manager and says, “There’s a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral.” She holds up the tiny pink elephant. “I mean, what in the world is this?”

The bank manager examines it, looks back at her and says, “It’s a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man’s a Rolling Stone.”


Reach g. Sam Piatt at [email protected] or (606) 932-3619.

Reach g. Sam Piatt at [email protected] or (606) 932-3619.