Noni (Blalock) Ham recently got me to join Facebook. I don't know if that is the cause of it, but now I am getting all sorts of things from similar social network sites trying to get me to join up. My favorite email came today, assuring me that my ex was looking for me.My ex?
Who, the Catholic Church?
Some of these things are so wonderfully not true that I can't help but laugh.
People do manage to track me down. (I used to track people down myself when I worked at the law office.) Two guys from Michigan State phoned me in the past year, including a former roommate I had not seen since he and his wife unexpectedly visited the monastery at Marylake in 1974. I'm not sure how those guys found me this time, but another roommate, John Przybysz has kept track pretty well. (In fact, he visited me just about everywhere I have lived except Wisconsin Dells.) Getting my email address shouldn't be too hard, but the phone number would be a challenge since I don't have a land line listed in my name. Of course, if you call up the Carmelites and say you want to reach me, they have all the info in their directory.
Today another friend tracked me down because she found the book online. Now if only that means she bought one ... (I just checked my royalties account, and someone did buy one today.)Anyway, just to let you know: If someone calls up claiming to be my ex and wanting to know where I am, you never heard of me.
M'kay?
2 comments:
Maybe its that Vicki hoe from high school. Oh, yea. I know all about Vicki. SHE WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU.
Not to mention, at your graduation, she made a rude comment about the length of my mother's dress. As Mama Dodd puts it, "I wanted to bend that girl over my knee."
Hilarious opening lines... On the downside I've been "found" by a few college and highschool folks who I would just assume would have passed into the realm of "memory" by now.
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