Ghosts of the past
Feb. 16th, 2009 10:32 pmI just got an email from somebody I've not talked to since 1996. I found him on Myspace; I just threw his name in the people page and bam, there he was. I sent him an email, and he responded.
We grew up together, went to the same high school and went to the same university. We were as thick as thieves. Then, I met my ex-wife and we just kind of drifted apart. I moved to NC, he moved out west. Ever so often, I'd think about him, but I had no idea how to get in touch with him. He was a musician and an artist- I'd google his name from time to time but I never found anything.
Now I have a phone number. I'm going to call, but so many years have passed, I'm a little afraid that we don't really know each other any more. I doubt we can pick up where we left off 13 years ago; so many years have passed. And yet so many years before that; so many shared experiences, youthful hijinks (we made napalm in his back yard before that sort of thing would have got us thrown in jail), late nights in dingy smoky bars waxing philisophical about anything and everything.
It's worth at least a call.
We grew up together, went to the same high school and went to the same university. We were as thick as thieves. Then, I met my ex-wife and we just kind of drifted apart. I moved to NC, he moved out west. Ever so often, I'd think about him, but I had no idea how to get in touch with him. He was a musician and an artist- I'd google his name from time to time but I never found anything.
Now I have a phone number. I'm going to call, but so many years have passed, I'm a little afraid that we don't really know each other any more. I doubt we can pick up where we left off 13 years ago; so many years have passed. And yet so many years before that; so many shared experiences, youthful hijinks (we made napalm in his back yard before that sort of thing would have got us thrown in jail), late nights in dingy smoky bars waxing philisophical about anything and everything.
It's worth at least a call.