I've been looking at these graduation pictures and thinking about what that night meant to us.
Most of us were 18, although I wouldn't be 18 until that December, and we had completed the first real accomplishment of our lives -- finishing high school.
I seem to remember that a really high percentage of us were going on to college. I wonder how much the specter of Vietnam came into play for a lot of the guys.
I personally was at a place in my life where I really could have benefitted from working for a year or two or even joining the Army before starting college, but there was no way my parents were going to let me anywhere near jungles and rice paddies.
I wonder how many of us were dreaming that night of the things we hoped to accomplish, things like making a lot of money, running for office, becoming famous or helping to change the world.
Well, 40 years later, most of us have probably done the things we're going to do. We've had our careers, raised our families, made some money.
Do any of us still remember the dreams we dreamed in June 1967?
Did they come true?
Can they still?