"Let's begin again...begin the begin"

So I get a call from my mom, who works in a doctor's office in Reading. She had a new patient come in, a girl I went to HS with. She mentioned a 20th Reunion scheduled for this fall and how the info was up on Classmates.com. Not that I particularly keep up with anyone, but I kind of want to see who's fatter and has less hair than me. I decide to go to Classmates, and there they have a roster of all the folks who're registered. I see a few names I recognize, and wonder what they're up to, and in a fit of nostalgia, I google Doug Didyoung's name. Note to self--next time, pick someone who's not a "Jr." Doug generated quite a few hits, and as I meander through them, trying to find a logical way to get in touch with him, I come across the blog of this guy in NC. Who the hell in NC would know Doug? As I read, I see this guy trains for marathons and triathalons. Who the hell in NC that's in shape would know Doug? I'm scrolling down, reading snippets, see a pic of a cute kid, read about how patient his wife is, when I find it: an entry about palying basketball with Doug, about Tom Texter and WXAC (Albright College's radio station where a bunch of us had shows when we were in HS). I look at this guys photo again...great balls of fire! It's Joe Nuss's blog! Joe, who I hadn't talked to eleventy-six years, who went on the ill-fated beer run with Keith Mooney and I on Prom Night, who as a deluded teenager insisted all the girls in the Berkshire Mall were looking at him (when in fact, they were looking at me, as any sane person could have told you). Naturally I left a message on the blog, and today I spent an hour catching up with Joe when I should have been doing important things like tape images of trees on vellum.

Why, I'm sure you're wondering, should I give a dingo's kidney? It's like this...there's a whole other group of folks on a place called the Sandbar who've been urging me to find an outlet for my writing (or rambling, depending on your point of view) and in reading Joe's blog I kind of decided taht this would be OK, that I could polish up the Tales of the Overconfident Kayaker, as Amy calls them, and vent a bit. At Others. We hate Others.

So generally, I'll make up the rules as I go. I have a family, occaisonally a life and a 60 hour a week job, so no promises on how much or how often, but much like a mint laxative, I'll try to make it sweet and be a bit regular.