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9:54 p.m. - 2017-02-20 A name popped into my head last weekend- the name was of a friend that I had when I was around 4. We were in nursery school together. I use to force him to save me from a chair that I was (invisibly) tied to. His name- I always called him by his first-middle-last name which had a super lyrical rhythm to it- popped into my head in the middle of my day when I was at Eastern Market so I did what any 21st Century girl does when thinking of her very first boyfriend does....whips out the tiny computer in her pocket and googles that shit. And my heart *sank*. There he was, first-middle-last name still. Still living in the same-ish area of Pennsylvania. Full beard. Bright eyes. Art teacher. Making art. Teaching art. All of it. My heart *sank*. What if I knew at 4 that he was it? He is of course married to a pretty cool looking lady so that makes me happy but I can't pretend it wasn't a weird sensation peeking in on someone's life and wondering if he has any memories about our brief, long-ago friendship. Mostly I remember nursery school and then something about his mom. And maybe a walk to a store to get ho-hos. And a creek or a pond....some body of water something and a park....I mean, it was 40 years ago so details are hazy. Except for his name. First-middle-last. Clear as a bell.
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