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my Father always stayed away from reunions.
After 50 years, I finally got him to accompany me (since I took a degree from the same college, I just told him I wanted the pleasure of his company to MY reunion....and he...very very very hesitantly...consented). I guess he figured that he was safe from whatever he was so terrified of re-encountering,given the long time and the 400 miles distance of this event from the campus.

Not more than a few minutes after we arrived (there must have been a couple thousand people there, with the school’s marching band toot toot tooting at FULL volume, when suddenly an high-pitched shriek arose from clear across the field (at least 100 meters distant), screaming out my Dad’s name like an air raid siren.....................Father immediately grabbed me, yanking me at Full Trot right through the marching band and assembled spectators.. back to the car... and demanding that I “step on it FAST!” ..I felt like I was Al Capone fleeing the scene of a bank robbery from Elliot Ness and the Feds..............
... we barely managed to snake our way down the hill to the main road ahead of his, apparent, Femme Fatale from the previous century.

or something like that.

He never would talk about it. Not a word. No explanation of discussion whatsoever. It “never happened!”
And obviously, he NEVER would attend any further alumni functions.

There are apparently some very good reasons not to attend such functions, just saying...