Funny, high school reunions seem to gather the same mix of characters. The really, really interesting people avoid them, except for a token few of loyalists. The JBs sign up in abundance and like life, the remaining mix is a blend of vanilla and cherry garcia. I went to my ___ th reunion for one reason - Leona Crespelli. We went to the Senior Sock Hop together and she was the most delicious, the most gorgeous, the most voluptuous girl in our class and guess what? All these years later she still has it. Her husband, I should say her most recent husband is a financial planner, meaning a douche. He gets a commission on all the investment dropboxes that he endorses and I heard he uses a penile pump because all the other E.D. pills and techniques leave him flaccid. But Leona, mamma mia! I asked her if she was wearing a body shaper (she said just Spanx) because it may be a distorted, rather sturdy hourglass, but an hourglass figure none the same. The crazy inventive thing the reunion committee came up with was this location, just off Buena Vista, CO and the 49er theme brought to the fore the solvent, the adventurous and the aforementioned Leona. Look, I can't spill everything that happened that night here, but picture Claudia Cardinale in cowl neck dress leaning against a butte with the flowing water right beside you and she wants to toast "the Gentras", our weird high school nickname, and her face is inches from mine - I think that's enough detail for one post. God bless the USA and whoever said "arrogance makes compost smell sweet" never brought the dream to that spot under the moonlight. Go Gentras.