The Irony of Getting Lost in The Past — and How the Univers Sometimes Hears You When You Do

Something ironic came from that trip I took yesterday to the past. I just reconnected with an old friend (through the same friend that connected us in the first place) on blogger. Well, I haven't actually talked with him, but I feel like I did by reading his entry's.

While going through those old photos yesterday, I came across three images of him. He moved away several years ago to pursue his education. He had helped me with an assignment from that "traditional" photography class. The assignment was "panning" and I think you'll agree I didn't ace it, but the photos are still interesting.


I smiled and remembered, and wondered how he was doing, but moved on in my search. He is much younger than I am, but our lives had an intertwining thread back then — his first love.

I'd heard a lot about this love-of-his-life, but I'd never met her. I was at his place one night looking at the many photos he had on the wall. "I know that guy! That's Tony!" I said. "Yeah, that's C's dad!"

OMG! The love of his life was a little girl I once knew. Weird! But like I said, he's young.

I'd met C's mother in college but our friendship faded after a few years. Sadly, I found out that night that she died in a car accident some years before. He and her daughter were each others first love — and I thought, would always be together.

Hilarywho had introduced us, and she's how I heard he had a blog. Apparently while I was going through photo's yesterday in Kalamazoo, she somehow stumbled on his blog from Detroit. (Love irony!)


His entry's (which are sporadic) made me laugh many times. He hasn't been an active writer — other things have been keeping him busy it seems.

It sounds like his life in suburban Pennsylvania is not exactly as planned — as life often turns out for most of us. C seems to be missing from the story. Hope it's 'cause she's in school somewhere — she was a very smart girl.

He writes about a house he's working on, and trying his hand at being a "back to the earther," as we called them in the 70s (he's an old soul, it's part of the reason we were friends). He's raising chickens, growing a garden and fixing up the old (sounds very old) house. Part of what made his stories so funny for me (besides knowing him) is that I too struggle with an old house.

He always was a great thinker, and he had lots of energy (as we do when we're 20 years old). Seems to still have it. I think his blog reflects all that, but maybe it's just the irony that made me think it was great and want to write this all down and put it out "to the universe." Though it seems the universe already knows.