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We were the Indians. It was our mascot. Whenever our high school football team went up against another school, someone made a banner of a warrior waving a tomahawk or shooting arrows at the opposing team’s mascot. I guess we did look tribal when we clustered in the hallway before the bell rang for our first class. In 34 hours I will go to my 35th high school reunion and mingle with my old “indian” classmates. I’m pretty sure they are all grandparents and getting close to retirement age now. I’ll just say it– those are things that I don’t have in common with my peers. Hopefully we can still talk to each other and catch up… they can show me pictures of their grandkids in a Christmas play, and I can show them pictures of my CPR students making out with mannequins.