Forrest Gump's mama always said, "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get."  I was quick to add the addendum that sometimes life is like a box of cat litter, you know exactly what you're gonna get unless you sift out the clumps on a regular basis- a stinky laundry room. That is why we have to have elections. The clumps in Washington, D.C. are mighty ripe right now. But I digress.

Thanks to the urging of real friends, I recently jumped on the social networking bandwagon. I may have been the last human in North America to join Facebook. Thank God there was one seat left.

Anyway, this is where the 'box of chocalates' adage kicks in for me. I have had the opportunity to reconnect recently with people I always wondered about but didn't know how to contact. (Really, Gary Jeff, is that what that stuff is for?) I know I know - once again I am the last guy on the planet to see an obvious benefit from Facebook that 5 year olds figured out two years ago.

One of the many is a woman named Shelli. At one point in my stupid younger life, I chased Shelli around for three or four or six months thinking that I might actually catch her. It is a good thing I didn't I guess, because, like the dog who chases pickup trucks, I wouldn't have had any idea what to do with her had I actually caught her.

Point is, it was great to talk to her again after more than a quarter century.

Other old acquaintances have been poppin' up like the proverbial toast, and it has been a great rush of nostalgia for me. As for new Facebook friends, I think I have enough already. I'll let you know if anybody kicks off and makes room.