What’s the same and what’s changed? Gregg Koskela’s blog reflection on high school raised the question and it started me thinking. High school for me is 400 miles and 44 years from where I am today.

I live in less of a cross-section of society today than when I walked the halls of Ontario High School. I knew the kids who went off campus to smoke during the lunch hour, the jocks, the scholars, and even the cheerleaders. I had connections with the full range of the socio-economic spectrum. But 44 years is plenty of time to allow a natural drift toward the comfort zone of hanging out with people who are pretty much like me.