Wednesday, September 20, 2006

So I've been sitting here in this wonderful airport lounge for the past 2 hours, paying way too much for a quality microbrew that I can get for free in Seattle because the Master Brewer is a friend of mine. (Good news though...you can actually 'supersize' those airport beers for only a dollar more...did you know that? What a great country we live in, really.) My thoughts have been wandering of late, so it wasn't all that surprising to me that I began thinking about an old high school chum that had been a roommate of mine in college and afterwards. Feeling a bit adventurous from the beer, recent travel, and the rather sulty (I think) hostess, I decided to see if I could hunt him down somehow on the Internet.

I couldn't. At least not yet. What I did find was a bit more startling for me, since it was completely unexpected. While searching old high school records and contact information, I ran across another name from the same era, a girl I went to high school with. Not a girlfriend, but just someone that for a very brief period ran in the same small, intellectually elitist snob circle that I did during my senior year at North Central High School in Spokane, of all places.

Honestly, I don't think about those times very often and have never really tried to find anyone before, but suddenly here I was thinking about her. From there, it was a simple matter to locate another classmate, a friend of hers at the time that I found intriguing on a variety of levels.
From there, I found her blog on this site (She hasn't posted in a year, it looks like). There wasn't an email address, so all I could think to do was post a comment to her posting about our old town, Spokane. In order to do that, it was necessary to become a member of this site. Is this how stalking begins?

After that, I still had over an hour before my flight, so what the hell. My first blog...at the tender age of 42. Lots of firsts in the past few years...websites, Myspace pages, blogs. I don't know if A. Leach will ever read the comment I posted, or ever see this blog, but I tend to doubt it. I do just find it a bit wierd that I'm sitting in an airport lounge, presumably only a few miles from where she now lives in Los Angeles, and because my flight was delayed and the beer was strong, I'm suddenly a blogger writing about a woman I haven't seen in 24 years. And writing poorly, I might add (I did mention the strength of the beer).

Serendipity I suppose.