I got my hair colored today. Interestingly, my hair's gotten long enough that the blow drying portion of the appointment now takes longer than the coloring or the setting. Anyway, there was a lady there with her two kids, and the boy kid totally reminded me of a boy I knew when I lived in St. Louis. His name was Matt. He had read hair and freckles. We always sat next to each other because we both had last names that started with "A." I have vivid memories of sitting in class at a round table, learning how to write cursive, and having him help me remember how to make a z. (WTF is up with the cursive z, anyway? It just looks like someone had a hand seizure. It doesn't look anything like a z.) When he found out at the end of third grade that I was moving away, he gave me a rock--a craggly, pink rock--and a ring. If I recall correctly, he thought we might get married someday; maybe that ring was supposed to be an engagement ring. I don't know why I remember this kid. I never saw him again after we moved to Florida in 1987.
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I think you mean Matt Ardolino! I have been trying to track him down for years now. We were friends in high school because we were both on the newspaper staff, and he's one of the only people I could remember from high school that was tolerable. Unfortunately he didn't come to our 10 year HS reunion last November. I heard from Brian Corry (remember him?!) that Matt was a lawyer now and still lives in St. Louis...
Was that his name? At least I had the first few letters right. :)
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