Last night, when I went to my “computer governance” meeting at my alma mater, the Intelligent Designed sent me a present.
I was in a real funk with life in general, and the death of a fellow I knew in high school and college. He was number 5 of the 91 guys I graduated high school with in 1964. Seems like ages ago!
So, I guess The Intelligent Designer sent me a “pick up your spirits”!
My best friend in high school died in a 1974 traffic accident. (I think he was #1 of those 91, I talked about earlier! Hell of a time for him to get out and lead the group.) I think about him from time to time. When I want to go back to simpler times, when I was smart, and “rich” (I felt like I was rolling dough), and thin. (Ok I have never been thin! But, I was only chubby then.) But, I had a job, money, a car, friends, places to go and things to do! It was a “better time”; remembered times ARE always better?
So, last night, at this meeting, I reconnected with HIS old girl friend. She had to remind me who she was. I was blind sided, shell shocked, and tickled all at once.
We had a ton of laughs. Remembering the crazy things we did, the weddings, the parties, the formal dances, and my old truck that everyone piled into.
I guess the laffs were pretty loud. When people asked me how I knew her, I explained that “She’s one of the few people that I know longer than my wife.” ;-) She, of course, told lies about me when we were both a lot younger and crazier. I don’t think I did half of those things she remembered. Her memory wasn’t so good … she forgot the group’s many outings to the Red Garter for a lot of singing and drinking. Or visa versa.
Baring any mishaps, I’ll see her at these meetings twice a year. She promised to dredge up forgotten memories for out next meeting. I promised to pick Frau Reinke’s brain ’cause she’s better at this stuff than I am.
It was a hoot!
When I got home, I played “You’ll never guess who I met?” with Frau. After the litany of names, she didn’t want to play any more. Frustrated by my “not even close” responses, she asked for a hint. I said “wrong sex”. And, guessed it right away. How DID she do that? I can think of a half dozen other women that she might have answered.
Was this an example of synchronicity? Or perhaps “empathic marital telepathy”? Or a good old fashioned lucky guess.
It was an interesting evening.
Reinke Faces Life 