Reunions Crashing Memory From 1987

“When Local Teens Crash Reunions” (July/August issue) depicts a variety of ways local high school students infiltrated this year’s Reunions. I can tell you this has been going on since at least 1987, when I, aged 16 at the time, was on campus for the 25th reunion of my father Bill Swain ’62, and when security was more lax than it is now. I met a Princeton High School student outside the gates who asked if I could help him get in. He had somehow obtained an adult 25th reunion button but needed one with a “minor” sticker in order to gain admission. He proposed that I tell the people giving out the buttons that I had lost mine and needed a new one. Which I did, and no one batted an eye. I gave him my extra, and he was able to enter the tent with that one and procure alcohol with his other one. Did he compensate me with alcohol? I’ll leave that to your imagination.