Great idea.
Years ago, when I was starting to "get up in years", I had this incredible drive to contact old friends with whom I had lost contact or not heard from in some time. There were a few I just had to hook up with, if only for a brief hello. Amazingly, it rekindled a few old friendships to the point where we still get together whenever we are in each other's towns, etc...There were one or two who were incredibly difficult to get ahold of, but God was kind and perseverance paid off. Also, I was lucky never to be told that so and so had either died, landed in jail or something else untoward. Meeting them was usually not a surprise either, except for outward appearances, since I discovered that their mannerisms did not change one iota in 20-30 years. I had just about all of the names "checked off" in my mental list of people I needed to find out, except one very nagging stone left unturned, that of an old girfriend. She was a good bit older than me, and we dated when I was an intern. Intense, crazy passion, and she was living with another guy at the time, one might say "kept"; they slept in separate rooms; he "supported" her. How could I find her? Fate intervened and sent her to me. That's where High School reunion came into play. At the reunion there was a guy videoing the event, and he left his card and order info. I phoned about my order, and discovered that he was an incompetent ass who still did not get my video to me after many weeks despite of course receiving my cheque. I persisted though and once dialed the number of his "partner". A woman answered the phone and I complained and wanted to find out about the order. Her voice was immediately recognizable because nobody sounds like J....smoky and sultry. I told the woman, "can I ask you a personal question...is your name Jean by the way?". Wammo. We had a nice chat, and I did visit with her and her now hubbie (who was the video guy) on a recent trip to Montreal. So, my little circle was now complete. All the smoking and drinking had taken a bit of a toll on her beauty, as did the years, but the old spirit shone through. One little pang of pain though. Her reminscence of our relationship at the time, she had encapsulated as just an "affair", when my recollection was quite different. I was just too young, dumb and full of cum, to realize it at the time.
Overall, I'd encourage finding the old friends. But in some cases, based upon what I'd learned/seen of some, I came up with a different philosophy. It goes something like this: "It is best to leave the dead buried".
