These past few days I have reconnected with some of the guys with whom I went to school. Mind you, I spent most of my teenage years away from home in a boarding school, so these aren't your typical high school friends. We lived together in dormitories and these weren't like college dorms. To help picture it, imagine you are looking down on a large square room. Now, picture inside this square four plus (+) signs spaced so they do not touch each other or the walls. These plus signs were what created the sixteen, six foot by six foot cubicles. In each cubicle was a set of bunk beds and two nightstands. This was home for most of my teen years.
Now about these guys, after living with them - some for four years - they became more than just friends, they are more like my brothers. And, as I'm sure it is at "normal" high schools, at graduations we always promised to stay in touch...and for the first two or three years we did but then life stepped in the way.
Over the years I've thought about my "brothers" and wondered whatever happened to them. Last week I posted on my Facebook page the picture of my senior class. What happened was incredible. A lively discussion ensued. I saved all of my yearbooks and they are in great shape, so I scanned the other three senior classes. The discussion grew and I reconnected with even more. It's been bittersweet - as one would expect after nearly forty years. Two of my classmates have already died, not to mention a handful of other schoolmates.
All of this makes me think what a great tool the internet and Facebook have become. Before they came along, if you wanted to find someone, you had to hire a private detective, but now, anyone can be a detective. It's hard to imagine what life was like pre-internet. Who would have thought back in 1977 that this would be how we would reconnect?