Blast from My Past

I recently read about my school, the Yeshivah of Flatbush in the newspaper.
A Yeshivah, for those of you not of the Jewish persuasion, is like Catholic school only for Jews.

I attended the Yeshivah of Flatbush from 1st grade through 12th grade. After that, I went straight into college and therapy (that was a joke). When I attended my 25th Alumni reunion, I was asked to compose a few paragraphs about memories of my school. I started off the piece "I have many memories of the Yeshivah of Flatbush. 25 years of therapy haven't been able to erase them." Based upon the reaction of some of my fellow alumni, I wondered how many took that seriously.

Apparently, an alumnus was precluded from bringing his companion to his Alumni reunion in the last few months. This has led to newspaper coverage.

I'm not an observant Jew or even a normal one for that matter but that stuff sort of falls into the who cares realm for me. I think it's wrong to preclude his guest/companion. Presumably, they would be discreet and not create Harvey Fierstein moments at the reunion.

Live and let live.