We went to San Diego this last weekend to participate in a celebration of the 60th anniversary of the opening of Delta Sigma Phi Chapter at San Diego State. Mind you, the fraternity is not currently on campus, but 60 years is still occasion for a party. There were lots of guys from the 40s and 50s, very few from the 60s, and I have no idea beyond that. Those people are so young I can't tell their ages. The picture of Alex with one other person is Rich Badami, from my era. The rest are the 50s bunch. Alex was having issues with the camera so I was photographer for the evening or there would be more and better pictures available.
We spent the first night at my mom's house, and the next two at our favorite San Diego B&B, the Balboa Park Inn. Lunch both days in town was at Anthony's, with different friends. It was Pat Davis (my sorority sister) and Larry Ferguson (high school friend of Alex) on Friday and Rick and Jeanine Luke (down from LA for the dinner) on Saturday. They still do the best job of seafood and fish of anyone!
When we arrived at the harbor location on Saturday, the rally opposing Proposition 8 was just getting going across the street at the County offices. It was peaceful and colorful, with a construction paper rainbow thing like the cheering section routines at football games. I tried to get a picture (crowd shot), but it was far more attractive if you were there. There was a huge police presence, even a police boat in the harbor (to shoot water at them if they got out control?).
The evening function was very nice. To most of us attending "business casual" meant a coat and tie for the gentlemen and something you could wear to a wedding for the ladies. Even the younger group looked really spiffy. We have seen many of these people over the years, so we have aged together. No shocks or surprises. Most of us are in pretty good shape for our aged status. Dinner was quite good as banquet food goes (my chicken looked better than Alex and Jeannie's beef). The speakers kept it short. Mostly it was just a chance to visit with and catch up on old friends. It was officially a dinner dance. The first song the DJ played was something recent, and the party started breaking up immediately. As is quite often the case, the music was loud enough that it was difficult to carry on a conversation. One of our 50s guys requested something of an earlier vintage and a couple of people did dance. Maybe we are all just so old that we now go home and go to bed earlier. I'm not any older, of course, but perhaps everyone else is.
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