Family Day

It was truly a family holiday. Sunday the clan met for the requisite feast to celebrate the passing of another milestone. A 'child' has entered the "old" zone, having survived three decades on this groaning orb. This relegated many within the number to "antiquities" status, a state never before imagined. The Bachanalian proportions devoured were legion. Only one slipped over the libatious boundary of propriety.

Despite the collection of teachers, post-secondary graduates, and post-grads who adorned the ceremonies, not one word was heard of students, beligerent parents, or the ivory tower bureaucrats; a true holiday, indeed. There was so much "You-saying" going on that Martin Buber himself would have been proud. Guests left affirmed and confident, well-fed and knowing that even if they weren't the centre of the universe they were still loved.