I am a Collector of People

After reading the preceding entry, you may start to wonder if my interest in a long lost friend, Liz Morgan, was the only person I sought out or if this is a on-going personality trait.

If you guessed on-going personality trait, you would be right...over the years (we won't discuss how many), when I make a friend, they become a part of me. Yes, I feel it emotionally, but it is as though they are a part of my physical make up as well.

With the help of the Internet, it is relatively easy to seek out long, lost friends, enemies and lovers...but there seem to be those people who remain elusive to the "spyders" of technology. I seem to have a few of those in my past that I wish had left some sort of "web" trail.

About the same time that I was friendly with Liz Morgan in Allston,MA, there was another free-spirited woman who traveled in her old Volvo with her dog. Her name was Diana Post and on a rare and privileged occasion we traveled together to her parents' home in Norwalk, Connecticut. I don't remember any more of the details, but I know I treasured the time.

Maybe the key to why these friend are so difficult to find now is that they were "free spirits" in the late 60's/ early 70's and probably remained so throughout their lives. I am sure that was part of the reason I enjoyed them so much. I wanted more of that free spirit in me!

More lost friends to follow!