Class Reunion, bah! Nothin' classy about this 30 year High School reunion--except the setting. The Queen Mary, now 75, is still a site to behold. I first visited the great ship in 1978 for my Senior Prom.

Taking in the ocean breeze with a leisurely stroll on deck brings back fond memories. It's a little stuffy below decks, but the air is fine out here. It's been 30 years since I've seen any of the 200 people I'll be dining with tonight. I still know Suzie. She's better than ever, but the ship has seen better days.

Moving aft, I smell salt and roting wood. She's clean, but a little worn out. The tell-tale signs of aging are everywhere, (rust spots, frayed awnings, faded colors), but restoration work has begun. I'm proud my class has contributed to the makeover. Maintaining the Queen must take a huge effort.

Our stateroom was comfy and warm. The period appointments are now for decoration only. Sure wish those air ducts worked.

The portholes provided a nice breeze, but they weren't much good for ventilation.

Everyone say "30 Year Reunion!"

Hey Mike, remember that time we . . .

. . . yeah, that was fun.

The 20-something DJ played endless disco music from some lame 70s compilation. It left us all feeling time-warped and deaf. "What was that you said, Suzie?" The whole night was pretty much like that.

Is she thinking what I'm thinking? That's either the best pair of falsies I've ever seen, or something is wrong with this picture. Just another couple of the colorful cast we had for the night.