Hey, Donuel:

The thing about tracking down old friends is that in the passing years you've both changed (or at least I sure hope so.) Sometimes, you've changed so much that you have nothing in common but memories. Sitting around saying, "remember the time when we..." wears thin after awhile. As Rick sang, "If memories were all I sang, I'd rather drive a truck." I've had those kind of experiences, as we all have. I did an outdoor concert in my home town a few years ago, and three or four old high school friends came. After the concert, they came up to talk to me. One had been my next door neighbor as a kid. But, we had nothing to talk about. I suppose we could have said "What about those Packers?" or something equally manly, but we mostly stood around shifting our weight from foot to foot until they said "Well, I gotta be goin'," and "It was good to see ya." We were like total strangers.

But then, I like to sit and listen, so I think I'll just pour me a mug of coffee and sit here to see who else is coming in.

What can I get you?

Jerry