I was browsing myspace when I woke up this morning and decided to put in the names of some people that I haven’t seen in a long time. I put in 4 or 5 names and none had any matches. Then I put in the name “brent zoba” and got a hit. It’s 34 year-old guy living in Naples, Florida. But his profile says he used to live in New Jersey. We’re the same age and our birthdays are relatively close together. I checked out some pictures on the profile. Now, keep in mind I haven’t seen this guy in just about 25 years, but based on the picture, it has to be him.
Brent lived just across the street from me for the 7 years that I lived in Somerset, New Jersey and back then, we were best friends. I saw him once after we moved from New Jersey to Rhode Island, and then never again.
I sent him a message via myspace and I’m waiting to hear back. Stay tuned…
UPDATE: I heard back from Brent and it is the same Brent from Somerset, NJ! It’s really cool to be back in touch after 25 years.
I came across my high school year book while doing my spring cleaning. It’s one of the things that I decided not to get rid of and, in fact, I got side-tracked skimming through it, reading what people wrote and looking at pictures. Hilarious pictures. Riotous pictures. Keep in mind, this was nearly 17 years ago. The great thing is that I am still very good friends with most of the people that I was friends with back then. And because I fear you won’t believe just how funny some of the pictures are, I’ve arranged for you to see a Then and Now of the Cleveland crew. Keep in mind that I photographed these from my yearbook and some of the pictures are fuzzy. And to be fair, I’ll start with myself.
See the rest of the crew
Another indication of middle age is the ability to write the sentence:
Did you happen to attend Junior High Scool at Porter Junior High from 1985-1987–roughly twenty years ago?
On Sunday, evening, I was browsing online, and did some searches for some old friends with whom I’ve lost contact. Normally, I don’t come up with anything, but this time, in searching for an old friend from junior high, Noah, I came up with a website for iolo technologies, LLC, for which press releases indicated that someone of the same name for whom I was searching was the president.
Now, Noah is a pretty uncommon name. The Noah I knew was into computers twenty years ago (as was I). He lived in L.A. and the company is based in L.A. Finally, there was the name of the company. “Iolo” was the name of a character from the Ulitma series of role-playing games, something we both played. It had to be more than a coinicidence. So I sent an email to this Noah, asking the very middle-aged questions about.
And the next day, Noah responded, and it was in fact the same Noah I knew in junior high school!
How cool is that!