While it appeared that the principal object of obsession, our first college honey (who became a lesbian after having sex w/ us for about six mos.) hadn't done anything web-worthy since a few shots from the school's Theater Dep't. were thrown up for public consumption, another actressing friend's name came up as well, but this person was a student at a seminary. Not the [NAME REDACTED] we're looking for, we thought, & were then almost as astonished to find that the [NAME REDACTED] we had been looking for had entered the seamy world of law enforcement, & on the side of the law, yet.
Whatever, you say. Our reaction too. Who knows what the hell people will do? Nothing to worry about, really. And we didn't, until J.D. Salinger's timely passing brought [NAME REDACTED] to mind; she & her then-boyfriend (R. I. P., [NAME REDACTED]'s then-boyfriend, [NAME ALSO REDACTED].) had done summer stock together one summer in Salinger's habitat of Cornish, N. H., where (so we were told) she met & befriended the "reclusive" Salinger. We heard about this long before the Joyce Maynard story came out, & have no reason to suspect [NAME REDACTED] was up to any such thing w/ the recent corpse.
But we were idly curious (& even the idlest of curiosities may be indulged these days) if [NAME REDACTED] had surfaced to mention, defend or whatever Salinger, so we plugged her redacted name into the fount of all knowledge, & were horrified (Shocked, we tell you!!) to discover that seminarian [NAME REDACTED] was the very same [NAME REDACTED], whom we, apparently, had never truly known, & who, after her law enforcement career, had attended more school & became a certified tool of Jesus. (Even pictures of her in full liturgical drag.)
[Good taste, common sense, & decency has required us to redact even the merest of the glowing recommendations we found, which we had intended to quote here; there's no reason for someone so obviously wonderful to suffer because she went to the same school as some creep XX yrs. ago. Suffice it to say they seem to like her there. This also means we lose a couple of self-deprecating funnies here, but we will say that it's terrible that someone a yr. older than we are should display any energy ("Energy" not being very specific.) at all. Ed.]People certainly are a strange lot, you can never know another human being, & so on. Bears repeating on occasion. The question though, is, should we, just for the hell of it, see if we can be Facebook friends? A retired cop joining the priesthood is a cinematic cliché already, innit? Or a conflation of the forces of repression & theocracy, even. Maybe not.
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Whatever, you say. Our reaction too. Who knows what the hell people will do?
A high-school friend who helped me get into a lot of weird music and weird stuff in general had a bad acid trip and said "I need some discipline in my life." He's now a policeman and says he really likes doughnuts.
Doughnuts Are OK, But Likes Croissants & Bagels Too Editor Types:
Not to go into detail, but friend [REDACTED] seems to have done good things in the oink game, & is 180° from fundamentalism now.
But the cop thing alone was astounding (good things or not) & topping it off w/ turning into a Rev. (at our advanced age, mind you) is too much for this tiny mind.
A high-school friend ... Show off! We suppose you knew girls & stuff too.
Since I do not do the communication thing very well, I have little knowledge of former classmates. But the ones who I do know of have exalted positions of respectability that do not fit with my memories of their hijinks. Whilst I have matured not a jot since then, merely refined my tastes.
It's a funny old game, life
From An Out-Of-Touch Editor:
Us too. Can come up w/ at least four school friends who were transformed into ("Gasp!") attorneys.
Whilst I have matured not a jot since then, merely refined my tastes.
We haven't even refined our taste, because we know "maturity" is the first step on the road to senility & death.
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