Fifty years ago, a lot of young adults graduated in the class of 1968 from Lafayette High School. Some were happy, some depressed, some ambitious for the next step in their lives, some ready to marry, some already parents, some in trouble, some worried about the quagmire of Vietnam, others full of military spit and fire. I was one of them. You were, too. How many of us are left alive? How many are willing to share their stories of success, failure, love, hate, and everything in between? It's time for a big barbeque and festive evening to share our stories.