It’s been a frustrating workday, but I got through it in part due to something I’m excited about that isn’t until Monday night. It’s something that is taking place entirely due to the social network, something reminiscent of what happened last summer. Something that carries for me an amusing personal coincidence.
Last winter my high school class started finding each other on Facebook. I think we probably have a little more than half the class linked up, as well as a lot of others from nearby years. It’s been great, even though I feel like Tim is still sitting behind me pulling my hair in Dr. Hawkins’ class. Some of us got together for lunch a couple of times last summer. It has been surprisingly fun to find out what everyone is doing and where they are, to reconnect, to laugh, to find out about kids and goats (yes, goats) and jobs and new countries, to realize that we are still friends. And begin to become real friends. Most of us were born in 1966.
I have a friend in Estes Park who found an old friend of hers through Facebook who lives in Houston. They haven’t seen each other since they were wearing high school graduation robes, in 1966. They are forging the same re-connection with their classmates that my class is. Through comments and postings and private messages and sheer charm, Houston has made a slew of new friends here in Estes. So many, in fact, that he and his wife are coming for a visit this weekend. We’re all having dinner together Monday at Mama’s and we can’t wait. Houston and his better half have 7 people they’ve never seen in person eagerly awaiting their arrival.
When email and the internet started, so many of us thought it was the end of real communication and personal interaction. Clearly, it’s just the opposite. We’ll all be physically meeting for the first time on Monday, but we already know each other. What a lovely way to connect.