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A driving force in the community, Bethel resident Lori Rubinstein will be missed.
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September 27, 2012

As some of you may know, the past few weeks (maybe even months) have been a journey... traveling down the long and winding road of life-altering changes, paying attention to the passage of time, sometimes glancing back from whence I came, while considering what lays ahead, all the while attempting to be in the moment. Sighing, more than breathing, has been the norm as of late, but like a good ice cream cone, sighing comes in all flavors and I’ve sampled several over the last week.

Facebook being what it is (and my active presence in that virtual landscape is legendary), the online encouragement for me to attend my 40th high school reunion amped up after last week’s declaration that I was vacillating, and I quietly (if one can picture that!) acquiesced. School chum extraordinaire Lynne Chantler led the parade and the social networking about the imminent reunion grew exponentially as we confirmed our attendance and made our way to Vestal, NY to party with friends, who have all had as many birthdays as me.

My pals here at home (and on Facebook) waited (with baited breath) for the pictures and stories that they expected to be, if nothing else, colorful. Sigh. The reunion itself was not unlike the ‘60s experience, taking a (psychedelic) trip down memory lane. Afraid that my classmates would look ancient and unrecognizable, I was more determined than ever to look fabulous (and young!), while ruing the fact that my luxurious head of hair had just been completely shaved off for the St. Baldrick’s Foundation fundraiser ( ) in Eldred 10 days earlier. Deciding to go with my “rock star” look, which included the black leather jacket I acquired 40 years ago, I sauntered in feelin’ pretty good. Hugs and handshakes ensued, with much peeking at name tags to place faces with names, and laughter filled the air.

The active online community of classmates was all pervasive and the familiarity many of us felt (because of the leap in technology) provided a completely different sensory experience than that of our 30th gathering. I had even dragged my iPad along and quickly began posting and tweeting from the event, while frenetically taking pictures, trying to capture the moment through the eye of my trusty lens. As the subject of my hairless visage waned, the topic on everyone’s mind (again, because of FB) was my trusty sidekick Dharma, and her many charms which (as usual) eclipsed my popularity. Thankfully, the wonder dog was with me, and she was (as usual) the belle of the ball.