Tremendous Tracey

Thirty-eight years after graduation, the Roadrunners of Cadet Squadron 32 got back around a table, and I almost missed it. I drove two hours to an empty house in Herndon, discovered the rest of the squadron was three more hours away in Maryland, and had the car in reverse when the phone rang. What followed was a weekend of catching up, a voicemail to the Major who wrote me a note on graduation day in 1988, and a reminder that the fellowship you form in service lasts a lifetime. It took me five hours of driving to catch them, and I would do it again tomorrow.