Not too long ago, I was driving home from the store and suddenly realized that I recognized the license plate on the car in front of me -- it was a former co-worker, from almost eight years ago, when I worked at Wizards of the Coast in Bridgewater. I so badly wanted to flag him down and talk to him again. He was an incredibly sweet man, just really such a lovely person. Having recently had a bunch of old memories of that place stirred up by another old friend, I thought it would be excellent to sit down with this guy for a chat, lunch, something. I decided not to start honking and waving at home, remembering that he was the one who used to go into panic mode when the credit card transactions wouldn't go through. He probably wouldn't take kindly to being beeped at or otherwise harassed (even by well-intentioned old me) while trying to operate his vehicle.
Once I got home, I tried his old email address (which was from webtv -- guess they aren't even around anymore). I tried facebook. Myspace. Nothing found him, though I turned up lots of other people with his rather common name. I guess I'm going to break down and send him an old fashioned, pen and paper letter. I still remember his address, and I miss him.
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