I couldn’t figure it out, since I just couldn’t understand why Marilyn had wanted to go to my reunion. My wife was astonishingly unromantic about ...he schools she went to. She never went to any of her reunions, or even her graduations for that matter.It was just before noon when we pulled into the parking lot. It was surprisingly full, with about a half dozen motorcycles parked over at one side. “It looks like Tusker and his friends are here already,” I told Marilyn, pointing at the bikes.“I. I pulled my hand away, while still holding her wrists with the other, and pulled her by one hip onto her back. Her eyes were wide with the surprise of it and she said nothing, merely looked at me with a raised eyebrow, as if to say, “Yes.. I’ll go along with this for now, but don’t you test my patience.” Now, with her collusion, her hands were held behind her back by her own weight, we both knew that she could move them at any time, but bless her, she indulged me. With both of my own hands now. The farm. The old homestead. All you can see is trees. Summer is upon us full force. The only thing that shows it’s more than another clump of ‘woods’, is the sunlight reflecting off the barn roof, and the trusty old mail box standing at the end of the lane. The auction sign also stands, betraying the land, and interrupting the peace I always find here. I slow down, turning into the driveway hesitantly. A few more weeks and this won’t be ours. This won’t be where we come to have holidays, and. All through the honeymoon/vacation Sandy started calling me dad and Kim and Cindy called Judy mom. We were getting to feel just like a real family. Where we came from doesn't matter. Where we were from then on was what made it right. School and college started up at almost the same time so our week days were scheduled firmly. Evenings and weekends were where we had some flexibility. The three girls were allowed to date on Friday and Saturday nights. We let them know that their friends or.