All Points Bulletin

Well, it's a pretty stressful time for me right now, so I haven't posted in a few days. I was up WAY to stinkin' late last night, working on a grant proposal; and at about 2:00 AM, I had a sudden brain wave. Which probably means this posting is going to be a bad (or at least a dumb) idea.

I try not to lose contact with people, but when I was younger, I wasn't so careful. What if I were to mention the names of people I'm hoping to find in my blog? Sooner or later, almost everyone Googles themselves, right? Uh, right?

Georgia Tinley! David, Bruce or Andrew Tinley! Auntie Georgia, I'm your niece, Katie. Mom didn't stop writing intentionally: the letters she sent were returned to sender; then she got a letter from you with no return address. I haven't seen you since I was 5 or 6, but I remember you, and my cousins as well.

Willem van Santen. I was your pen-pal all through high school and college. I came to visit you in Holland in 1988. We lost touch in 1992. You must have moved to a different apartment, and I had lost your parents' address. How are you?

Priscilla Katherine Cole, AKA Katie. We were roommates during a summer job in Wyoming in 1986. I last heard from you in the early '90s - you were living in Washington, DC. I think about you and wonder what you're doing.

Filip Janc. I'm sorry. Forgive me. And how is your mother?

Wynn Conroy. In July 1989, I met you on a long bus ride from Sydney to Brisbane, Australia. I had been planning to sleep on a bench in the bus station and you invited me to stay at your place, even though you hardly knew me. I'm still grateful. Thanks for being so nice to a strange American.

Michal Jagodzinski. I was your English teacher at the Liceum. You had some problems and I tried to help. I still have the wrestling shoes you gave me. I wonder how you are and marvel at the size of your feet, even 16 years later.

Mary Katherine Menikheim. We were roommates Freshman year. A while after graduation, I tried contacting you at your family's home and they had moved. Maybe your dad moved after your mom passed away? You must be out there somewhere...

Carol Romney. We were both working in Wyoming in the summer of 1986. You were friends with my husband Simon. The two of you and another friend, Duncan, traveled to Vancouver at the end of the summer, for the World's Fair. Simon and I live in Salt Lake, now. Sometimes we wonder if you still do, as well.