This is the season where there is something going on all the time and weekends are on overload. Sometimes it's hard to experience everything that's happening because there's just not enough time. Time. Sometimes it drags, but most of the time it flies. It’s interesting how one thing can do both.

This coming weekend is a time travel event that defies description. The Class of 1966, the first class to graduate from Camden Rockport High School will hold their 50th reunion.

You see, we just graduated last year or possibly it was a couple of years ago, but certainly not 50. I just saw my typing teacher, Mrs. Sturdee, a couple weeks ago. By the way, if not for her, you would not be reading this. Love me or hate me, bless Mrs. Sturdee for having the patience to teach me how to type.

Whenever I think about high school, it seems so close and so real. How on earth could it have been 50 years ago?

So, we're going to meet at an undisclosed place because this is not a public event to be celebrated and reported. It's more of a what the HELL happened event? Still, it's 50 years and that amounts to something. We've gotten together every few years so it's not like we haven't seen each other and many of us still live in the area and bump into each other from time to time and some have continued that high school friendship and spend lots of time together. But this is a reunion.

Fifty years. I only speak for myself, not the whole class, but how in the world could half a century have gone by since we graduated from high school?

You hear and read stuff like, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." And "Make the most of today, because tomorrow is not guaranteed." But the reality is that time does fly. Every opportunity that you let slip by is gone forever. Every chance you were excited to take but didn't, is history. People who are in their 20s, 30s or even older think they have forever to do the things they want to do, but they don't.

Don't get all down and bummed out, but we only have so much time and we don't know how time that is. Live your life with that in the back of your mind.

We're going to have food and then there will be a DJ and dancing. It will be awesome to see classmates that I haven't seen in years and just as good to see classmates that I bump into from time to time. We're starting at 6 pm. When I was in the band, the first set started at 9 p.m. and we shut down and packed up at 1 am. Makes me tired just thinking about it. It will be a great time.

There will undoubtedly be pictures on Facebook. I expect I'll be in them. While it seems really weird, it also is kind of cool. Fifty years.

I can't speak for all the class, but as for me, it's been a neat ride. I've done so many things and had so much fun, it should be illegal. And some of it was. We survived so many things that history says were just awful, and we didn't have a clue. Saturday night will be fun. It will end early. That's OK. Some class members have been working for a long time to make this happen and I appreciate all their hard work. Without the movers and shakers, there would be no reunion.

Speaking to a group of older folks recently, I came out with my own Yogi-ism, "Many people our age are dead." That means a lot to me this coming weekend. We're all still here and we're going to have fun. Many in our class are dead. We owe it to them to have a good time.

Thinking back to my band days, there will be issues with the volume of the music. Several people will complain that it's too loud. I'll say, "Turn it up!"

Bill Packard lives in Union and is the founder of bpackard.com. He is a speaker, author, small business coach and consultant.