Memories Unveiled

The reality is that your life is more like a hike through the woods. You’ll find unexpected trails, hit dead ends, and sometimes have to backtrack. Very few of us from the Class of ’78 ended up where we thought we would.

If you handed my 18-year-old self a smartphone, I’d probably think it was a prop from a sci-fi movie. Life in Opelika back in 1978 moved at a different pace, guided by landlines, encyclopedias, and the evening news.

It’s a strange thing, the math of a lifetime. Forty-seven years. It sounds like a historical period, not the time that’s passed since I last walked the halls of Opelika High School as a student.