Sad but True!

Today I had to drag out my old high school yearbook. Not something that I normally do for fun, but I have had several "friend requests" on my Facebook that are from people that I went to high school with, but I absolutely do not remember them. So, out comes the Redskin, 1972 edition (which smells a little like mildew; isn't that depressing) and off I go into my jouney back in time. I found myself stopping and wondering "where is this person" "wonder what profession this person has" and then of course remembering some of my friends that have passed away. I think it is very odd that you can live within walking distance to people, go to school and Church with them for 12 years; and then, for some very strange reason, many, many of these people you will never see again after you walk up on the stage and get that high school diploma. Sad but True.