My 50th high school reunion takes place sometime this year, and I’m sitting here thinking, where did the time go?Weird thing is, I can close my eyes and it’s May 1973 all over again. My ’66 Mustang convertible is parked out front, and I don’t have a care in the world. I’ve had a part-time job at a grocery store for the past year — so, yeah, I have to work — but that’s not a bad deal because it puts money in my pocket.My 8-track player is belting out Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, and no longer am I ...