This entry is going to be short, and you know why? Because I discovered the “search” function on my online UNC alumni database! Hey, you chick on the ninth floor of Hinton James in 1985 – I CAN SEE YOU!
Why is there always this morbid – or at least insatiable – fascination to find out how (or where) people ended up? The database occasionally only gives out a current address and spouse, and I’m forced to fill in the eighteen years in between, often with some pretty bizarre stories.
Anyway, instead of writing a real blog, I was searching for a bunch of you and “inviting you to be my friend,” which I like for its irrepressible creepiness. I couldn’t find several of you cats so: UNC grads, go here to register, so that we can be “friends”. I never did friendster or myspace or anything, so this is my stab in that direction.
And if you didn’t go to Carolina, why not? What led you to your undergrad school? That is today’s CODE WORD, so let the stories unfold.