End of an Era

And I sat there in my not-so-crisp, slightly stained dress whites, wearing half a purple tie and watched some of the best friends I've ever had parade down the aisle in their wedding gowns in the typically Castillejan graduation ceremony in which they all wind up married to each other. Bouquets of red roses and elaborate hairdos. Suddenly it was over and I hugged Grant Pollock and all the graduates and wished them well and promised to stay in touch and rode off down Page Mill singing along to Solsbury Hill and drinking punch.