Isn't it funny how you can reconnect with people from your past? They can be closer than you know.
I talked with my brother on the phone this evening and in the course of our conversation he mentioned that a group of his friends and casual aquaintances from high school (seventeen years ago) had met for a casual reunion the other day.
It seems someone had run into someone else at the Filberg Festival, said "Man, I haven't seen you guys in ages" and suggested a get-together.
My brother commented how a lot of people at the reunion seemed to know me (or know of me) and the general concensus was that I was really nice. (Heh, though I can't imagine they'd say anything to the contrary if they really thought I was a vicious meanie).
One fellow at the party mentioned that he had married someone I knew long ago. And that someone was my friend Denise who lived down the street from me when I was about eight years old.
It seems we are once again living down the street from one another twenty-five years later.
I can look out my kitchen window and see her house, two doors down on the opposite of the street.
I couldn't help myself. I went and knocked on her door this evening. It was great. :)