I have a couple of things I wanted to disclose here, but the most important thing is this: my high school crush is living in Atlanta of all places, and he now looks like this:


I know we can't all age beautifully or look like the goddess I am, but wow. You should have seen him in high school--he was hot. Poor guy. It must be hard to lose your looks. Or maybe that was a really bad picture. He looks like he is an old German grandmother or something else I dare not put into print. I really hope it's just a bad picture.

I went with my mom to her 500th year school reunion, and I remember her talking about how everyone had aged--it's what we do. But when you have a memory of someone at age 18, it can be a bit shocking when they inevitably age.

My other friend from high school is now living in Northern France where he is collecting folk songs and folk stories with his wife. I'm about to go check out his myspace to see his pictures.

I think Ella and I have decided I should move to Texas. And marry a cowboy--well I decided I should marry a cowboy, but something tells me E will support that decision.