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You're probably here because you searched for keywords included on this page. If so, there's a good chance that you are one of the people I'm looking for. Or perhaps you know one of them. Since I've exhausted my feeble resources looking for these people, this beacon is my last hope.

So read on, friend. And if you're one of the long-lost, or know where one is, send me an e mail. Be warned: refusing to write will bring you seven years' bad luck. (Seven and a half in Newfoundland.)

Robin Henderson
rkhen@softhome.net
(Dig also my Web page).



"It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to paint it."

Steve Wright.




Note: the following names appear in no order whatsoever, hence your relative position on this list is irrelevant to your importance to me. If you're on it, you are desperately missed and earnestly sought. Neither does the size of your entry have any significance. I simply have more info on some of you than others, and thus a larger stock of potential search keywords.


Sandy Larson. (Sandra Larson, Sandra Lee Larson). You attended Timberline High School in Lacey (Olympia) in 1976 and 1978. We were best friends. Then you went to Kaiserslautern, (then West) Germany, and attended the Kaiserslautern DOD high school. Later you moved on to the University of Maryland's Munich (München) campus. After that, you relocated to El Paso, Texas, and attended the University of Texas, El Paso (UT El Paso), where you majored in English, then nursing, then English again. On 6 February 1985, you married Chuck. You never told me what Chuck's last name is, hence, I don't know what your last name is. You still got that geoduck I mailed you? It's been too long, Sandy.

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Misha Miller. (Michael Miller) We were friends at Timberline High School, then at Western Washington University, where among other things, we took jiu jitsu together. I lost track of you after we graduated. Drop me a line, Mish.

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Leslie Black. (Leslie Clare Black, Leslie C. Black). You went to North Thurston High School. We worked together at the Lacey Public Library. Later you went to Centralia Community College, and worked at the Olympia Public Library. Then you went to (Central Washington University? Washington State University?) You became a special ed teacher, and married a special ed teacher (I think). It's all very special, but I don't remember his name, so I don't remember yours. (Damn chicks, always changing names like frigging criminals.) The library runs a lot more efficiently since we left, Leslie. Pantywaists.

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Ted Born. (Theodore Born, Theodore J. Born.) You went to Shorecrest High School, then we were bouncers for Dr. Robert Meade (Robert D. Meade) at Western Washington University, Bellingham. You later did student teaching at Greenhill, uh, Youth Dungeon. Having done that, you (correctly) assumed that US Naval Officer Candidate School would be a snap, and went on to become Horatio Hornblower's bastard son. Your wife's name is Mary. Last I heard, you were living in Okinawa; word has it you're going in there with Greenpeace again. I don't know if these paragraphs all cost the same, but at least I balanced. What are your present coördinates, Mr. Born?

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Matt Gagné. (Matt Gagne, Mathieu Sebastien Gagné, Mathieu Gagné). Tu étais parmis mes élèves au Country Day School (CDS), à Escazù (Escazu), Costa Rica. Après t'étais à Hull pis Sherbrooke, Québec (Quebec). Tu sais-tu quoi? Chu Québécois maintenant. Eh oui. Envoie-moué un courriel, je te raconte tout.

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Jean-Jacques Dufossez. On était dans le Cité U. (goulag) de Luminy, en 1988-1989. Tu étais étudiant en éducation physique (ou gymnastique, chais plus comment le dire en frança.) Eh oui. Toi, merdique de coco de Shti que t'es, écris-moi!

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Eric Verbeiren. Tu y étais dans le Cité U. de Luminy aussi, pendant que t'étais étudiant à l'École Supérieure de Commerce de l'Université de Marseille. Avec JJ, nous étions les Trois Mousquetaires. Tu viens d'Aalst, België (Alost, Belgique; Belgium.) Tu es venu me rendre visite dans le Washington (l'état de Washington, l'etat de Washington, Washington State) en 1989. Plus tard t'étais officier (dis-moi si c'est pas risible) dans l'armée belge en Allemagne (Germany, Deutschland). Et pis t'es disparu dans la brume, paresseux que t'es. Écris-moi, camarade.

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Paris Davis. (Paris Deneane) You went to Rogers High School in Puyallup. We met at 4H Camp Morehead, were I was called Hummingbird. Later you lived in Allyn, then Tacoma. What's up these days?

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Monika Szabo, Céline Ranc, Marie-Ève Ranc, Max Villeneuve, Caroline Villeneuve. Vous preniez soin de moi lorsque j'étais à Marseille en 1988-1989, en guise d'Assistant de Langue Étrangère au Lycée Honoré Daumier. (Lycee Daumier, Lycée d'État Mixte Honoré Daumier.) Monika, Max, Caro, et moi avons fait un superbe tour des châteaux canards au printemps '89. Les dernières nouvelles que j'ai reçues placeaient Monika et Caro à Tahiti avec un Alexandre nouvellement arrivé. Pis... plus rien. J'écoute à l'antenne depuis ce temps-là. Où êtes-vous, la gang? Écrivez-moi!

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Giovanna Salamone. Nous étions camarades de guerre au Lycée Daumier en 1988-1989. Tu restais à Marseille après, puis tu es rentrée en Sicile, à Messina, et ensuite à (Naples? Napoli?) À un moment donné nous avons perdu contact. Qu'est-ce que tu fais maintenant, ma jolie?

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Rebecca Taylor. (Becky Taylor) We started a French Club at Portland State University, while grad students there. You were an English teacher from (Albany?), Oregon. Are you out there, Rebecca? Send up a balloon.

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Lori Lince. (Loran Lince). You went to Timberline High School, then to Central Washington University in Ellensburg, Washington. We were close friends and confederates beginning in Nisqually Middle School (Lacey), but we lost touch by 1984. What's up with you, Lori? Rattle the bars, would ya?

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Rene Schawel. (René Schawel, Renee Schawel, Rene Clevenger). We met at 4H Camp Morehead Counsellor Training. You lived in Chehalis (Napavine). We saw Gordon Lightfoot together in Seattle, remember? Later you married a man named Clevenger. Then you divorced, and moved to Old Highway (Hiway) 99 in Lacey, where you worked at Kinney's Shoes in South Sound Center. Soon after you ran off with the carnival. (That's what the manager at the shoe store said.) Are you out there, Rene?

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Jim Hay. (James Hay). We were history majors at Western Washington University. We parted ways when student teaching came along. For years I had your wisdom posted above my blackboard: "The chalk is mightier than the sword." What became of you, old man?

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Cliff Harjo. (Clifford Harjo). You went to Lakes Elementary, where we were best buddies. Then you went to Chinook Middle School and I went to Nisqually. Soon thereafter you moved to Bellevue, Washington. After many years' silence, I found you through 411.com. (Remember them, in the Internet's Wild West days?) You were living in Montana at the time. Then my e mail address changed, and I couldn't raise you at either of the e mail addresses I had. Come in, droogie. Let me know how things are going for you.

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Russ Bergt. (Russell Bergt, Sergeant Russell Bergt). You went to Lakes Elementary, Mountain View Elementary, Nisqually Middle School, Timberline High School, and Western Washington University. You lived up the road from me, and we were best friends. We both carried for The Daily Olympian (now just The Olympian) and lived in our boats on the lake. Sometimes things came out of your nose. You worked at Ernst (aka "The Hole") through high school and a little after, then joined the US Air Force and became one of the world's foremost authorities on eating rats and scorpions and saving downed jet-jocks' sorry arses. Can you read and write, Sarge? Prove it.

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Gary French. (Gary French Junior, Gary French Jr.) We went to Timberline High School and worked together at the Lacey Public Library. You were on the swim team. Last I heard (from Ian Challis ) you were living on Capital (Capitol?) Hill in Seattle. Man, we had times. Get in touch, you magnificent bastard.

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Tim Odegard. (Odegarde?, Timothy Odegard) We taught together at Country Day School (aka "Woodson's Paradise in the Hills") in Escazù, Costa Rica. You went to St. Olaf's College, then to the University of Minnesota. You also worked for Numar, United Fruit, Chiquita, and assorted other villanous rapers of the Third World. We only read you when you write, man. Get that herring-eating butt of your'n in gear, Ole.

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Adrian Sotela. We also taught together at Country Day School in Escazù, Costa Rica. You left the same year I did. Although I heard rumours that you were teaching in a yeshiva, I later had it on good authority that you were at Sidwell Friends School in Washington, D.C. (Also known as "The Center of the Universe and the Apple of God's Eye" to the whole world, except for those few-and-far-between nose-picking hicks who live in the mostly unmapped and desperately uncool hinterlands outside the Beltway.) Que pasa, hermano?

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Walter Kloeckers. (Walt Kloeckers.) We were history students in Dr. Bultmann's classes. You came to Western Washington University from Port Townsend, by way of the US Coast Guard. You left to study for the Lutheran ministry, when you weren't scooping priceless tropical fish off the living room carpet. Twice. How about it, Pastor Walt? Gotcher ears on, good buddy?

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"Lord, be lavish of Thy mercy, and guide to all the ports of the world those ships that are lost on the immensity of Thy sea."

Vito Dumas.