Happy Fathers’ Day to all the Dads! Especially mine 🙂
Speaking of Dad, this trip was interesting partly because of all the reunions–and not just of family. In the US, when you talk about class reunions and alumni, it pretty much refers to high school and college. In Malaysia, though, Dad was meeting up with old middle school and elementary school classmates. I don’t know about you, but I can’t recall half of my classmates from that far back, but Dad and his were recognizing each other and swapping stories like the past 50 years was nothing. It was amazing, and pretty fascinating.
Dad’s old middle school even has its own alumni clubhouse in Kuala Lumpur, something that I think is usually reserved for universities in the US–and even of those, only the very top-tier. Family of alumni could come, so we got the uncles, aunts, cousins, and their associated husbands, kids and fiance together for dinner one night. True, the building was no great shakes, and the furniture and facilities pretty spartan, but the place had its own chef. And, most important, the food was good, simple and unpretentious.