Hey, Weelittle:

How nice to hear from you. Trying to rekindle a friendship is like trying to go home again. Everything has changed. When several years have passed, I would hope that the other person has changed as much as I have. (Or grown, hopefully.) When you reconnect with an old friend and all you can talk about starts with the words, "remember the time when we..." you know that you have nothing left in common except memories.

Ive had every possible outcome from rekindling old friendships. One of my best is with an old high school buddy of mine, Earl. (It was Earl who gave me his banty rooster Herbert, who I wrote about in the kitchen table thread.) Earl went away to the University of Oregon after we graduated from high school and except for one brief moment when I offered my sympathy at his father's funeral, I hadn't seen him or communicated with him other than the Christmas Card thing for
close to thirty years. Earl was never a letter writer. I have always written voluminously, and every once in awhile I'd get a response from Earl. He'd say stuff like: