My friend's name is Dax. Isn't that a great name? I've always wanted to name a son that, but a few years back Star Trek used it for a female character who had a symbolic relationship with a slug creature that lived inside her. Try explaining that one to your child. So I've had to forgo that idea.
Anyway, I haven't seen him since 6th grade. Dax was a funny guy. I remember one Valentine's Day he caused a riff with one of my other friends when he gave her a valentine that read:
The roses have wilted.
The violets are dead.
The sugar bowl's empty,
and so is your head.
Surprise, surprise, he's a high school teacher in the Nowheresville, Utah. Who'd a thunk it? I went to the high school website just to verify that I had the right Dax, and indeed I did. There's a picture (he's changed a bit since we were 12, but it's him all right), his educational background, and a really boring blog (I never did care much for earth science homework).
Anywho, I just thought I'd share this experience with you, and suggest that maybe we should all take a moment now and again to try to look up an old friend. Perhaps you'll find nothing at all, but then again, you just may just discover something interesting.
Cheers.
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