As I have mentioned before, I am a great dredger of the past and of past people. I locate them, from five years ago, ten years ago, twenty years ago, thirty even, and contact them. I note they are often loathe to connect back. Of course, it may be that they want nothing more to do with me. Fair do’s. But I am sure there are a host of other reasons. Some people are unhappy to reveal themselves to you; they are older, fatter, balder, more failed than before. Maybe some are more successful and they want me to keep my dirty mitts off them. As you get older there may be a truth that we shrink into our tiny unit: the family atom; those who know you as you now are. Maybe the you as you once were needs avoiding because actually you were never like that, you just got pigeonholed that way and don’t want to be so again thank you very much. For me there is a difference between meeting old friends and acquaintances in a group or one at a time. Personally, I don’t want the group experience. And, to be honest, isn’t my desire to re-connect not much more than idle curiosity. Though, why is curiosity idle? It’s actually industrious.

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