‘71….A YEAR TO REMEMBER..
My!...50 years...50 years have come and gone...but the friendships forged long ago in the small northeastern town of Wolf Point, Montana will undoubtedly endure forever...Like the windswept prairie and cottonwood bottoms gracing the Mighty Missouri River...they remind untouched...and indelibly etched into the memories of all those that remain of the great class of ‘71...
Not to say that bigger towns don’t have their comaraderie too...but there’s just something about small town America that can’t be matched...and judging by the heartfelt hugs...laughter reverberating from the rafters above...and honest heart-to-heart goodwill shown to all...I’d have to put my money on the good people of ‘71...
Captain Ahab did his usual exemplary job of emceeing the event...with humor...compassion...and respect due those that have gone on before...
Being somewhat an outsider, (myself...being but a babe from the Great class of ‘74)...I’ve kept a watchful eye over these proceedings for many an outing...and am always impressed with the genuine respect and obvious love shown one to another by the Class of ‘71.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say...and while that very well may be true...I dare say I see it in the faces and smiles of even those who just bump shoulders with one another nearly every day in this small town of Wolf Point.
My wife Gail says I’m not really an outsider anymore... but one of them...(an adopted son..so to speak!)...and not to just ship on my old comrades...but...if I had to pick a class to run away with on a cold, lonely, dark night...I couldn’t do better than the Great Class of ‘71...God Bless. ~Scott Taylor
