An excerpt from an email I’m sending off to one of the number of friends I’m only now getting back in touch with after a year or more of being on different tracks, having fallen out of touch. I suppose it’s all part of that getting married this summer thing – gathering together all those people who I miss but don’t call often enough.
I didn’t go to my 10 year high school reunion in 1998 (you do the math), because, quite frankly, I don’t care what happened to most people I was forced into sharing 4 years of stereotypical-molly-ringwald-pretty-in-pink-angst-ridden high school days. This is as close to nostalgia for coincidental relationships as I’m likely to get, so I may as well get limited enjoyment out of it.
Anyhow, I wanted to add a description of where I’m currently spending the hours between 8 and 5 at, and why not get dual use out of the writing.