“(Thirty) years now, Where’d they go. (Thirty) years … I don’t know. I sit and I wonder sometimes, where they’ve gone.” - With apologies to Bob Seger’s song “Like a Rock” I write this the night I attended my thirty-year class reunion. It was good to see so many of my friends; to hear of their joys and pains; and to know they care about me after so long. Many spoke of the good things that have transpired after thirty years: marriages that have lasted, educations that have paid off, businesses bought and sold, the pride of military service, the honor in completing ‘a good day’s work’ for year after year, and the overwhelming joys of children and grand-children. But, O, the bad things: the aches and pains of growing older, divorce, the rigors of military service for ourselves and our children; friends, parents, and family separated by death; cancer and illness, car wrecks, and the overwhelming sorrow ...