In the comments on Wednesday's post, Fat, was one signed Jack Hairston. One of my best friends from high school. Hell, one of my best friends from life. And so I commented back to ask if he was my Jack Hairston, being pretty darned sure that he was. And he e-mailed me, and it is him! I don't think I've seen Jack since 1975! And, at some point decades ago I discovered that I no longer had his address. This is so exciting. This internet thing is a wonder, isn't it? First Julie finds my older half-sister with it and then she finds Kate with it and now Jack found himself with it. And I'll bet he didn't even know he was lost.
And just in time for my 65th birthday. (April 23. Me, Shakespeare, Shirley Temple, my office mate Jessica, Michael Moore, Ngaio Marsh, Max Planck, Cervantes, my Aunt Flo, and a bunch of other people that I don't know enough about to admire. On my exact birthday and year, Sandra Dee and I have no idea how I feel about that.)* Have I mentioned that George Lucas went to our high school? Wish I'd known it at the time.
7 comments:
Wow, that is so cool!
Happy Birthday a bit early. That date is dear to me; it is the first anniversary of my new car. Isn't it wonderful to be found by an old friend on the web?
Sounds like fun having long lost friends and family find each other on the Internet. We should all be so lucky.
Wow, I wonder how he found you. :) That's wonderful!
I laughed out loud at your post title. Too funny.
Julie,
I mentioned Jack in a post and Google took it from there.
I just realized that the funniest thing about the title of this post is the picture, because Jack is tall and thin and I'm built like R2 - round and close to the ground!
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