High School on Mars

I'm going to an "all class years" reunion of my high school, weekend after next. I've never been to a high school reunion before (although I've seen the movie) — I'm a little apprehensive.¹

My high school was kind of unusual and this explains why the class sizes are too small to have a normal reunion of a single graduating class: I graduated in 1970 from the International School of Bangkok ("ISB"). When I tell people that, I typically get one of two reactions:

1. What were you doing in Bangkok? I tell the questioner I went originally on a sex tour but lost my passport.
2. No kidding, I went there too! Believe it or not, I've met several other people who went to ISB. One guy is a friend of mine in Tahoe. Another ended-up working for me. Nice to know: no matter how wierd you are, there's always company for you.²

I was there because my parents were, of course, and my parents were there because my Dad worked there. My Dad worked there because he was a civil engineer and there was a lot of work in Thailand during the Vietnam War — designing bases for the US military. We had a lot of fun, we scions of the colonizers of Asia. Essentially immune from Thai law, we were unusually liberated 12 year-olds: driving motorcycles, buying dope from street vendors and hanging-out in bars.³

Anyway, if you went to ISB too, it's not too late to register for the reunion. See you there!

[1] I'm worried the seniors are going to beat me up again behind the teen club.

[2] Would this be a good time to mention that I was the first person to be Bar Mitzvah'ed in Thailand?

[3] I haven't really researched the matter, but my understanding is that the Status of Forces agreement between the Thais and the US Military made arresting an American dependent too problematic for the Thais to attempt.