I tried to track down an old high school friend last week, and last night she called me back. We chitty-chatted for 2 hours, laughing mostly. Her voice was good to hear. It hasn’t changed in the fifteen or so years since the last time I talked to her, and we cracked the same dumb jokes.
Unlike most of my other friends who went to mainstream schools after high school, she went to Humboldt State University, way the fuck in the northernmost part of California. It’s in Arcata, which is supposedly the pot capital of California. (I didn’t ask her if she was a pot-head, but I wanted to.) I visited her there a long time ago, and it’s beautiful country. And it suits her. She’s an outdoors-y type. She has a couple of horses, and she rides them on the beach. She’d been the one in our group to hate new technology, so it wasn’t a surprise when she told me she doesn’t have a computer.
As you know, I have a deep attachment to my past, especially my high school years, so it was great talking to her. Also, she told me about two other friends, siblings, with whom we went to high school. The one can be found here, and her brother can be found here. Give them some web-love by clicking. Thems is good people.
karlwinslow | 07-Nov-07 at 9:24 am | Permalink
i have a friend who is going to humboldt. he IS a pot head.
alex | 07-Nov-07 at 2:46 pm | Permalink
I admire your friend. Shhhh. Don’t tell anyone.
winrit | 11-Nov-07 at 5:31 pm | Permalink
One of the kids at school told me I was old after refering to pot as pot. I didn’t ask what the appropriate term was… I didn’t want a high school kid to think I cared that much. Honestly though I really want to know what it is called.