If we live long enough and look beyond the palms, we see the arc of our lives and the hint of a rainbow. We remember where we came from. Who we were. Who we are. How far we’ve come. Our best intentions. Our mistakes. Our progress. Our loves. Our losses. Our lessons learned. The connecting tissue that has made us who we are. All of it.
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Fifty years ago, in June 1975, I graduated from Affton High School in south suburban St. Louis.
Tom and I travel back to St. Louis tomorrow for a reunion with my class of 1975 mates over the weekend.
I’m excited to see old friends. I also expect a few bittersweet moments.
Either way, the journalist inside me is sure to return with a story or two.
Because I am a writer. That’s not what I do. That’s who I am.
Mark Johnson Stories 
You are most definitely a writer…a good one…and a photographer too!
Can’t wait to experience this reunion with you
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I’m excited to share this with you, too, Tom!
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It was so good to see you and meet Tom – I did get a chance to look at your book – how can I get one now?
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Great seeing you after all these years, Karen! All of my books are available on Amazon @ http://www.amazon.com/author/markjohnson2016.
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I just bought one! Can’t wait to read it- take care
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Sweet! Hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to post your review on Amazon.
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