Because I keep running into people (or people keep running into me) from my past. In a good way.
So, for example, a week or two back, I got a note / message / wall scrawl, whatever FB calls it, basically saying, “Are you that Dave Hill?” And it was from one of the few people from high school that I have much of any interest in knowing what happened to them — a gal named Linda Smith (now Linda Smith Schafer), who’d been a fellow theater nerd (as I recall, she played Jo in Little Women, among other things).
And this morning, doing my weekly-or-so FB skim, I discover she’s posted some pix from those high school days. Like this one of the high school drama gang I hung with (that’s me bottom center-right, with Tracy on my right and Linda on my left with her arm around my shoulder; and I think that’s Cheryl front-row left).
There are plenty of people who don’t blog. Facebook is a good place for them to have an online presence with minimal effort, and that’s a darned sight better than nothing.
That would be your senior year, I guess, as I was already gone by then. I actually recognized Cheryl and Tracy more easily than I did you!
Man, that was a long time ago…
It was (mutters softly) thirty years. Jeez.