Do you remember Walter?
Speaking of Facebook, I just roundaboutly got found by a really good friend who I knew when I was in high school, who I sort of thought I’d never hear from again. I guess maybe that’s not quite true, we always seemed to run into each other at unlikely times and places. So I sort of thought we would just run into each other walking down the street in Boston or in an airport in DC or something. Back in the day, we lived maybe an hour and a half away from each other and went to different high schools, but we always seemed to run into each other in the city in the least likely places at the least likely times. Like the time that my friend Greg and I went into Pittsburgh to see a play; we saw her walking down the street on the way there, and she came with us. Meeting up was often that haphazard, but we were pretty close, we had long phone conversations and I think we went to her homecoming dance together as a pretext to go the the Rocky Horror Picture Show afterward.
Anyway, the last time I saw her was just after college in the weeks before I moved to Boston and she moved to DC, when we drank Mickey’s Big Mouths on her parents’ porch late into the night, and talked about Big Life Transitions and such. After that, we maybe emailed a couple of times. And then even the occasional “I’m still alive” messages stopped maybe five years ago. While I said earlier that I always thought we’d run into each other again, in truth, I’ve been a little concerned about the silence.
I am definitely a little surprised at some of the facts I’ve been able to pick up. But it’s good; she looks happy. Anyway, I’m very curious to see if she’ll actually get in touch with me again; I really hope so, but I’m also just glad to know she’s still out there.
I guess this kind of thing is not that noteworthy; I find people and people find me all the time. I just am really happy about this one.
June 24th, 2008 at 9:02 am
Apropos of nothing, as I get older I find that I much prefer The Kinks to other, more famous, British Invasion bands. The Rolling Stones, The Who and the over played and over rated, Beatles get more ink and way more airplay but I think The Kinks have aged better. I’m sure they dreamed of cracking the American market and becoming huge, international juggernauts like those other bands but going back home to England was really the best thing that could have happened to them.
June 24th, 2008 at 10:28 pm
It’s sort of apropos of the title of the post, is it not?
But, yeah, something about “God save tudor houses, antique tables, and billiards” ages a little better than “I hope I die before I get old” (to quote another British invasion international juggernaut who, sadly, did not all get their wish the way Keith Moon did. That sounds harsh, but those guys are total dicks).
If you’re a fan of the Village Green Preservation Society, I recommend its volume in the 33 1/3 series.