(I’m in this mob somewhere. I think. It’s hard to tell from here, and I was the smallest person in the class.) Aside from the classmate who was my first husband and my son’s father, there are very few people in the St. Petersburg (Florida) Catholic High School Class of 1982 that I’ve kept in touch with on any regular basis since we graduated. But I’ve learned plans are in the works for our 30th class reunion(!!) on …