I Can Still be Surprised by The Internet

There was a girl, Lalla, who lived down the hall in my college dormitory. This is back in the mid/late 70's. She lived in Africa and the Middle East in her youth, and had an exciting life up to college; our school was small and quiet and, well, uneventful. She belonged to the Minnesota Weavers' Guild and bussed down University Avenue to weave, often, and said I should give it a go. I was too busy with booz and boys then, though I always thought one day I would tag along. I didn't.

I can't remember when we lost touch; probably the year I had off and spent at home working, which could have been the year she graduated. I regretted not having exchanged contact info. I've though of her in the weaving context, but not in the blogging/Internet/connecting sense.

On Saturday, my high school friend coaxed me to get on Facebook, which I did reluctantly. After a day of finding my way around it, I found Lalla. And now she's knows what I do, and has seen some of my weaving pics.

Imagine that. After all these years.