I had this bright idea to write my autobiography on this blog...and I did. I tried to be humorous and insightful and give my half dozen readers some insight into how I ended up being me. There was a specific post from the high school days involving a girl and a hitchhiking trip to Houston. I tried to find the post without success, but I did find the girl tonight.
Awhile back, I joined classmates.com...what can I say, I had a buzz. Anyway, ever since I've gotten emails from them excitedly announcing how many of my "old friends" had joined and when I tried to see who they were I was thwarted with "you can contact all your old friends once you become a premium member (read:pay us money). The final straw was an email telling me that "David Richter has sent you an email!!!(but you can't see it until you pay us money) .
Fuck you classmates.com...you suck. Not only do you exploit peoples sense of nostalgia, but you don't even provide a contact address so I can tell you to fuck off.
However...I am smarter than you. I re-registered using Robert instead of Rob and commenced my search for David unhindered by your pop ups an' shit promoting "gold" membership.
So...while looking for David, I come across this name...BG.
Sister!!! God Damn!!!
I opened another tab, pulled up whitepages, and within 5 minutes had a number that I was almost certain had to be her. I took a chance and dialed. What's the worst thing that could happen? Nope, I'm not her you troll...click!
It was her! And I was asleep in the back of that car all over again...rolling towards Houston.
We talked for a long time, but not long enough to close that 30 year gap.
We'll see each other soon...a couple hundred miles down the highway ain't nothin'.
Big smile...
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