Surfing the web can be dangerous. I found hundreds of dollars of blue depression glass that I wanted to purchase.
So I thought I’d do something safer. I went to H-town blogs and started surfing there.
Except that one of the blogs is called “Anonymous Rex” and, since my college bud Rex Gillit lives in Houston, I started reading it to see if it was him. Don’t think so. Can’t remember why now. So I stuck Rex’s name in Google to see what would turn up. I found out he and Dave have lots of money. (Or did. Don’t know if this is a new partner or an old one. We don’t stay in touch.) I also found out he’s the President (or was) of the Gay Men’s Chorus of Houston. I’m not surprised by that. He once wrote a symphony in his head, even though he didn’t know how to play most of the instruments. I can’t even recognize them, much less hear them make notes together that I’ve never heard before. Anyway…
So I thought I’d look for Mike Beggs, on whom I had a colossal crush in college. Please remember I was a lowly 17 year old junior when I met him and I acted like a 14 year old kid, probably. I doubt he has fond memories of me, though I do of him. He’s now the chair of the division of Religion and Philosophy Dept at Newberry College in SC.
Then I went looking for my best friend in college. I didn’t actually have to do that. I know where she lives (45 minutes away) and works (probably more than that, but for the same company my dad retired from). I have her email, address, and phone number. All I found was her name listed in her husband’s geneaology.
Then I decided I would look for some people from before college. So I put in Andy and Vivian Randall. I knew them from church in NY, which is where I went to high school. I put in their names and a picture comes up, saying Andy is now deceased. I went and looked at the picture. It made me want to cry.
I do have more people I know in Heaven now. Guess I have in fact hit middle age.
Went looking for high school buds. Didn’t find them. Remember more of them than I thought I did, though. None of my high school teachers are still teaching. Of course that’s not a surprise. Since I went to high school back in 76-78. Byram Hills High School, Armonk, New York.