I'd been greatly looking forward to the reunion from the first moment I got wind of it, and
was not disappointed at all  (well ...except for the fact that there was just not enough time
-- time to speak with everyone, to play some games, etc.). I'm grateful to Adam for
thinking of this and making it real.

Macomb was more than just a playground for us, as various people pointed out before and
during the weekend. It's been interesting to try and describe how and why that was so to
current friends with whom I've chatted about it, before and since.

Certainly, though, it was special for each of us in different ways, for different reasons, and
for different parts of our lives and periods of time. Some of you know more than a little about
my  situation growing up. Some a bit. And some hardly at all. But suffice it to say that, in
addition to all the other things - a place to make and be with friends, a place to play, and
so on - it was, for me, a genuine refuge.How fortunate to have a refuge that was so much
more.

In the delightful hub-bub of seeing and chatting with old friends, and reminiscing about this
specific event and that particular activity and those individual people, there were a few
moments where a flood of more general and broader memories and feelings washed over me.
They were good memories and feelings.  -- Kai