There must be genuinely wholesome people who are genuinely excited to meet their old classmates again, who beam good wishes at every face they think they recognise, who give everyone they meet the impression they are there to hear their story. I know a couple of people like that, and as much as I like them I can't help but suspect it's too good to be true.
There will, hopefully, be a generous complement of these ego-deficient people at every school or class reunion, but I suspect they'll be swamped, if this open-faced enthusiasm can ever be swamped, by those of less wholesome workings. I've never been to a school reunion but I'll be surprised if the intention of most of those who go is not to scoff, to dismiss and to reward themselves with a smugness befitting their success.
School reunions are for those who've done well, and I suppose pleasant memories of school days helps. School for me was a time of boredom broken only by peashooting the teacher, using a ruler to catapult blobs of chewed paper onto the ceiling and getting caned. School days passed in an interminable drone. So why would I want to go back there via a reunion!
Have you been to one of these shindigs? Tell us about the goings-on beneath the pumping handshakes and air kisses.