Scott Ruden drummed his fingers on the leather covered steering wheel, keeping
time with the beat coming from car radio. His thoughts, however, were not on the music,
but his twentieth high school reunion being held that weekend in his home town. He had
been pretty lucky over the years and had done quite well with his computer soft ware
company, so at least he wasn't going to have to make up a lot of stories about how his life
has been going! It had been at least fifteen years since he had been to Maplewood, the
last time being to bury his mother, so he really had had given no thought of coming back
until he received his invitation in the mail. It was a five hundred mile drive, and it felt
good to escape the big city tension for the pastoral calm of the green country side. About
an hour later, Scott could make out the water tower that had maple leaves painted all
over it. "Still looks just as hokey as ever," he thought, as he turned down main stre... MORE
