Today my high school graduating class is having their 25th reunion. (I had 39 people in my graduating class, which I think still might be the 2nd biggest class in school history.) While I couldn't think of a better way to spend my birthday, I wasn't able to make it back to Nebraska, so I'll just dig out my old yearbook and think back to all those great old times. Actually, I really didn't like high school, but like submarining, you tend to forget the bad stuff and concentrate on the good.
Update 1026 26 Aug: Found my yearbook; here's a quick scan I was able to get. I don't know what I'm missing more -- my hair or my lack of a belly.