Scott (aka basefinder) and I first met in a book discussion group at the local library called CRABS (Children Raving About Books) when we were probably in fourth or fifth grade. After two or three years his father, an Air Force man, was reassigned to Satellite Beach, Florida and Scott moved.
We kept in touch via letters for years. In fact, Scott was the person who I started honing my letter writing habits with. (I still remember bits and pieces of some of those early letters. Really dreadful things) Somewhere in the late 70s or early 80s we lost touch, only to find each other again somewhere along the way. (Um, Scott, feel free to fill in the details)
The last time we saw each other was about 15 years ago -- about the time some of the pictures in his avatars were taken. He was pulling Temporary Duty with the Air Force in Virginia and we met in the hotel's bar and talked for several hours. Apparently I was my typical snobbish bore, giving him grief for his musical tastes (I'll still shake my head at the disco. I mean, c'mon...) and being my typical twenty-something opininated self. Still, Scott was willing to put up with me.
Somewhere along the line a few years ago we hooked up again, thanks in part to the interweb. I told him about my lj and he was interested enough to finally start his own.
We spent this past Saturday together, feasting on homemade waffles, fruit and scrambled-up eggs for breakfast and spaghetti (with eggplant parmesian for us veggies) for dinner.
All in all, 'twas a very nice day.
And, as an added bonus for our mutual lj friend carolune, there's an additional photo to be seen by( clicking on through to the other side... )