Last night I was putzing around on iTunes and somehow got to the B-52's. Everyone remembers them and their Love Shack, but I clicked on Rock Lobster listened to the 30 second snipet and was reminded of a good friend from so long ago in a land far, far away called Wyoming. So on a whim I went to Google and typed in her name and was pleasantly surprised to find her doing what she always wanted to do.
When we were eleven this friend was interested in archeology and subsequently became obsessed with George Armstrong Custer (GAC) and the Battle of the Little Big Horn. Odd interest for an eleven year old girl, but soon all of us in our little group were talking about George and his untimely demise. My friend was quite the artist and would draw pictures of GAC on our notebooks, notes etc.
We continued our friendship through Junior High and into High School and were still close when I moved before our junior year. She had a fantastic, dry sense of humor and we would find humor in the most inane items: pink flamingos, her dog Tootsie - anything.
I have often wondered whatever became of her and now I know. I sent her an email last night and was so happy to see a response in my inbox this morning. She is living in Baltimore and is working for the National Park Service doing archeology and historic preservation. How cool is that? She has been on this path for 26 years and is doing what she loves each and every day.
A few months ago I wrote a blog about favorite songs and mentioned a little tune by the Violent Femmes, driving around with my friends and having a great time. This person is one of those friends who would sing along in the '66 Belvedere.
I was happy to read in her email, "I have fond memories of riding around with you listening to the Violent Femmes and the Dead Milkmen, so I'm glad to know you are happy and well."
I am so glad I have been able to connect with her, hopefully we will continue the dialogue in the years to come. So my friends maybe today is the day to Google someone and throw out a line - you never know what might come back.
When we were eleven this friend was interested in archeology and subsequently became obsessed with George Armstrong Custer (GAC) and the Battle of the Little Big Horn. Odd interest for an eleven year old girl, but soon all of us in our little group were talking about George and his untimely demise. My friend was quite the artist and would draw pictures of GAC on our notebooks, notes etc.
We continued our friendship through Junior High and into High School and were still close when I moved before our junior year. She had a fantastic, dry sense of humor and we would find humor in the most inane items: pink flamingos, her dog Tootsie - anything.
I have often wondered whatever became of her and now I know. I sent her an email last night and was so happy to see a response in my inbox this morning. She is living in Baltimore and is working for the National Park Service doing archeology and historic preservation. How cool is that? She has been on this path for 26 years and is doing what she loves each and every day.
A few months ago I wrote a blog about favorite songs and mentioned a little tune by the Violent Femmes, driving around with my friends and having a great time. This person is one of those friends who would sing along in the '66 Belvedere.
I was happy to read in her email, "I have fond memories of riding around with you listening to the Violent Femmes and the Dead Milkmen, so I'm glad to know you are happy and well."
I am so glad I have been able to connect with her, hopefully we will continue the dialogue in the years to come. So my friends maybe today is the day to Google someone and throw out a line - you never know what might come back.
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