Today another of my old college singing groups, the Virginia Glee Club, was in New York City to perform Mozart’s Requiem with the choir from Smith College. After the concert, I got to ride the bus with the Glee Club across town from the concert venue to the reception. Being on the Glee Club bus brought back some wonderful memories, and as we began riding through the streets of midtown Manhattan, the president gave me the microphone, and I regaled the group with half-senile ramblings about my time in Club. It was a blast.

We drove through Times Square, but unfortunately I didn’t witness this.

Someone on the bus gave me a can of beer, which I didn’t get to finish because we arrived at the reception. Once there, I had an Absolut Mandarin with cranberry juice.

Despite having only a drink and a half, I was buzzed by the end of the event.

Back on Madison Avenue, I watched the Club guys chaotically pile back onto the bus. (Some things never change.) Then I left the brotherhood of Club guys behind, saying goodbye to my past for the second time in two weekends.

After that, I walked down Madison Avenue, head swimming, contemplating my own future.
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