Former lives
I’ve been contacted by some old friends from my college days this week. Way, way back in the very late ’80s, when several members of my awesome film crew were still in grade school (Rog!).
And it’s funny to look back on those times. We all lived in the same dorm then, and we all had a blast. Made amazing friendships, did amazing things. One of my friends, Jeff, is now working as a librarian in Brooklyn, though he’s had several exhibitions of his art at the Spencer Brownstone Gallery and has been reviewed in Artforum. Makes me think of the trip we took to New York during spring break one year, crammed into my crappy Celica with our wonderfully crazy friend Kazmi.
Tim and Dawn have built a wonderful family together, and I couldn’t be happier for them. I remember I couldn’t make their wedding, but did send them a wedding gift: Our “log” from the dorm that all of us who worked the front desk wrote down our crazy thoughts and insane rambles. I think it was actually supposed to be used for work communication, but, hey, we communicated! In more ways than one.
And then there’s Neil, and some of the guys who came in as I was going out, so I didn’t get to know them that well. All great people. All good times …
There’s also several people I’ve completely lost touch with. My old roommate Craig Nagle. And my great, great friend Ozzie Cornejo (I was best man at his wedding). He was in the Navy, and he and his wife Laura would send me a postcard from Australia or wherever he was stationed at the time. And I’ve moved so much over the years, I think they just lost me.
But it was nice to hear from everyone. And think back. Wow. I was probably a completely different person back then. But then again, maybe not.
After all, in a good way, I still don’t think I’ve grown up yet.
Here’s hoping we never do.
-r.
