Crackbook leads to discovery. I had an invitation to be a "friend" of someone who went to my high school, but could not remember for the life of me. I reviewed his profile, and had a bit of a start when I saw a certain name on his list of friends.
You may recall last winter's altercation with a coach from another soccer club here in town, wherein he chased me around the field after the game, calling me juvenile names.
Turns out he not only went to my high school, not only graduated the same year as I, but was actually in the same home room I was in.
It took reading my old yearbook to figure that out.
See, my memory sucks.
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