Spring, 2009
Dear BHS Class of ’64,
If life is really only one day long, as so many of the fascinating characters I have met in my life from all spectrums of philosophy and belief attest, then, for me, it was a heck of a morning.
In large part, those few “hours” encompassing my actual four year time at Burlingame High School were heavenly: not every day, of course, as the general traumas of adolescence took their toll. But, often, there was a natural ecstasy and the primary reason for that was, in retrospect, easy to understand: friendships made and sometimes held throughout the ensuing years, along with the simple knowledge that we are all in this life experience together and no matter what the circumstances of one’s daily existence, there is a great comfort in the fact of humanity: better by far to be amongst a sea of classmates, than to have none. Better, too, to have adult figures, teachers, to guide one along the paths of knowledge, even though these grown-ups were not necessarily perfect, some were certainly inspiring, although indeed we saw as well some with glaring imperfections.
There were times when authority was a drag and the concept of “Lord of the Flies” sounded pretty neat. But, in the final analysis, I felt, as I sensed did many others, safe. And within that safety, came an ease of growth, of having fun, sometimes carefree, sometimes too carefree, but nevertheless the ability to explore many areas of human experience.
Not bad. Not bad at all, as that great patriot and my friend President Ronald Reagan said of his Washington years, and I say in all humility of my high school years…and now even sweeter, in the early evening (and hopefully that is still the hour) old friends have made it possible to re-visit the pastures of our youth. Who knows what we were, or what we are now, or even if we are, although it seems at least likely? The joy I think is in the presumed being. The white pillars atop the front steps of the mini-campus which was for me the primary symbol of BHS, and that I see often in my mind, are comforting.
I look forward to seeing you all again, a mere forty-five years, nay, really forty-nine, since the experience was born.
With humble appreciation,
Cap Weinberger, Jr.