Paul Simon wrote...
Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears
Two thoughts squeeze my brain today. First, I am aware that I graduated from High School 40 years ago this spring. It has been 40 years since that wild, wacky year of my life that has left indelible memories.
Second, I just wrote a letter -- an email actually -- to an old friend. Not just an old friend. The best man at my wedding. The guy I played with, worked with, laughed with, joked with and enjoyed life with for a big part of my "kid years." The guy I lost touch with about 30 years ago.
We just went different ways.
Then he wasn't really connected to the various places I searched for people on the internet. Then he missed a huge "All 60s Classes Reunion" at our small High School. And that was 9 years ago.
But I found his sister recently on Facebook. We re-established contact and she sent me his email address. I wrote him.
I hope he answers.
Life runs a hundred miles an hour. On slow days. Try not to lose touch with Old Friends. Keep up with them while you can.
The third guy in our circle of friends was murdered when we were in our twenties.