I get "hellos" from guys I was in the Cub Scouts with in 1957.

I get messages from girls I knew from both grammar school and high school.

You can't go back and I don't try to but I received an e-mail from my best friend in high school that I haven't seen since 1966.

I'm too old to go out at night but if Steve showed up in his father's '56 Plymouth with Claudia and Valerie I would be out the door in a flash after I borrowed some money from the wife.

On a serious note, your friends and lovers from decades ago have gone to strange and woundrous places and so have you.

Once in a while I drive by the house my parents bought in 1953, the place where I grew up.

I won't even stop - everything I knew is long gone, even the old trees.

I'd still like to catch Valerie C. in the back seat of a '57 Buick though but that's just me in a weak moment.