If the quintessential reunion experience could be captured metaphorically by a famous (or infamous) novel, I’d have to point to War and Peace, by Tolstoy; our personal history—mighty and insignificant-all in one sweeping evening of epic romance, drama, conflict and survival. If we’re talking the 80’s, of course it must be film, and would therefore be, Pretty in Pink meets The Breakfast Club. Bad hair, bad boys, bad acne, bad grades, and bad teachers, all tied together in a pretty pink bow of good memories. I wonder what F. Scott Fitzgerald might have said about reunions, being that he loathed status and above all else believed the underdog should always win the day. I know what Nick Carraw