Class reunion

 30 old students of mine attended the reunion held at Prince Hotel last night.　I asked Ayako to drive me to Grand Hotel New Oji in the rain, but at the hotel, there was no reservation of class reunion today, the receptionist said. I thought I made a mistake for another hotel of the similar name, so I took a taxi to the hotel. There was not such a reservation,either. How stupid I was not to make sure of where the party would take place. I returned home by taxi. One of the party organizer had called me at home, saying the place was not Grand Hotel New Oji, but Prince Hotel. I went to the hotel half an hour later than the starting time. I first apologized to all the attendances for being late.
 I was relieved that I could recognize all the old students I saw for the first time in 23 years since their graduation from senior high school. They welcomed me with warm hearts, and talked to me very tenderly. The organizers did a very wonderful job, because the party was so joyful and especially what I admired was they completed the correct list of names and addresses of all their old classmates. They were 41 or 42 years old, and this was the first reunion since their graduation at their age of 18 or 19.