The Curmudgeon was waxing sentimental this past evening, dragging me with him back to high school, a place I would just as soon forget.  Only good that ever came out of that place was him.

     Anyway, he was talking about old friends and started to wonder what had happened to some of them.  Others we already know about or he talks to them still.  One friend in particular stood out in those he had no idea what had happened to them.

     I decided to try to find out.  Wouldn’t you know, I found him on Facebook.  I friended him and am hoping he replies.  I can’t wait to see The Curmudgeon’s face when I say, “Hey, remember so and so?  Well, I found him.”

     Maybe I’ll be able to get The Curmudgeon to start his own Facebook page.