The Luncheon

Today I attended a Christmas (read holiday) luncheon organized by a dedicated group of people with whom I used to work, an event arranged for their retired former colleagues as well as for some who were still working.  They gathered in a restaurant located beside a boat marina right on San Francisco Bay, with a matchless view of the city. The planning as in prior years was flawless, the food wholesome if not inspired, and the company convivial. The master of ceremonies was a man who had for some years performed this office with good humor and a fine sense of timing.  He has lost none of his sparkle and his banter was much enjoyed by the crowd.

At our table were weathered old comrades who shared reminiscences of their working careers in various parts of Latin America, and who now, while still able, have been going on cruises and guided tours to distant corners of the world.  And most were happy to tell of their travel and career experiences, some of which proved to be quite hair-raising on account of close calls in some tight spots.

Many of the retirees brought their spouses along to the luncheon, and several of the ladies won prizes in the lucky draw, as did their menfolk. The prizes bore the corporate logo to emphasize the company's continuing connection to and solidarity with its retirees

The cocktail hour before lunch gave the attendees an opportunity to greet and chat with one another, as they circulated in a way that is customary at such parties, to try and say hello to as many people as they could in the short time they had.  It struck me that the shared experiences through their having been a part of the same giant corporation bound these men and women together in a way that one is not likely to see among younger workers today.  And perhaps may never see again after this generation passes on.