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FRIDAY FIVE July 11 / exercise

Friday, Jul. 11, 2003 - 9:08 a.m.

This week's Friday Five: (Questions are boldface, my answers appear beneath.)

Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?

A: Yes I do. Her name was Andrea Itano.

Are you still in touch with this person?

A: She contacted me about five years ago, and I still know where her family lives. Are we still in touch? Technically I would have to say no, but I guess both she and I would be able to re-establish that if we wanted to.

Do you have a current close friend?

A: Yes I do. Jamie S. Lord.

How did you become friends with this person?

A: We met on the newsgroup alt.music.erasure. He's the one to whom I first went with my suspicions about what Fake Andy was up to. Jamie and I hit it off, and these days, I don't know what I would do without him.

Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?

A: I wish I were still in contact with Martin Angell, from Amsterdam. We were penpals for many years, and then suddenly my letters were returned to sender, and I basically haven't heard from him in about fifteen years. I still look for him on the Internet, though, so maybe one of these days I will get lucky and find my dear friend again.

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In other news -- I just finished thirty minutes of aerobics, with one two minute pause to check my pulse and get a drink of water. I'm not even winded! I had no idea I could still do this after so long. Yay for me!

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