Several months ago, I entered the world of Facebook. I walked through the door, checked the place out, and hung a shingle with my name on it. Since then, I have been found by many and found many others. And I've enjoyed every minute of it. It's an interesting avenue, Facebook is, it's a community, a living and breathing block party that crosses years and has no geographical borders.
One week ago today, I sent a note out to who I hoped was a friend I lost track of years ago. I hadn't seen her in years, and the last time I heard from her was a postcard, but that was also years ago and it was mailed to my parent's house, which, to her, was my address. I had no idea where in the world she was and, with her career, it could have been anywhere.
She sent a note back that it was indeed her.
And just six days later, I found myself sitting beside my years-gone-by-but-oh-so-wonderfully-familiar friend, beer in one hand, and my other hand waving in the warm breeze of the summer night, my ears filled with music and a smile all over my face.