Do you have any friends you regret not keeping in touch with?

Why thank you Plinky for helping me illustrate my point that social networking sites like Facebook aren't all bad. It's because of Facebook that I have found and keep in touch with most people from my past. Old co-workers, cousins, distant relatives I've never met in person and even childhood friends. Most of which I probably would never talk to again, but through the power of Facebook I am once again able to keep up with even their day to day lives. I know about all those little things, like whether they are having a good or bad day, their kids school functions and happenings, how their jobs are going, etc..
There is one exception. Didi. After I moved back to Arizona from New Orleans I basically went underground for a few years. My life was falling apart and I didn't want to talk to anyone.I was in hiding.
I came to my senses a few years later and finally began looking old friends up. I was able to find just about everyone with the exception of Didi. Despite the fact that I hadn't talked to her in 5 years I had thought about her often. After Katrina struck a great many friends were scattered to the winds. I finally got in touch with a mutual friend and she informed me that Didi had passed away about a year earlier. That was the last thing I had expected, she was so young, only 41 years old. She had suffered a brain aneyrysm and passed away rather quickly on her front lawn.
I still feel a little guilt that I had waited so long to contact her again. She was always so wonderful and loving. She was one of the few people that saw my true face and loved me anyway. I regret not being able to tell her I love her. I miss you and love you Didi. You meant a great deal to me and your memory will always be in my heart.

What albums did you listen to the most while growing up?

BLACK KEYS = legit.

I was a poser…….
Allow me to explain. In high school everyone was segregated into groups, based mostly on the type of music one listened to . There were preppies, punks, surfers, jocks, stoners, new wavers, and there was also this sort of pre goth group that didn’t really have a name. Each group could be easily identified by style of dress. Being a “headbanger” my uniform was Levi 501 jeans (no other type allowed), concert t-shirts, bandanas and the bigger the hair the better. Once you were established into a group very little crossover was tolerated. As part of my headbanger allegiance I promised to love, party to and know the lyrics to Ozzy, The Scorpions, Iron Maiden and the like. Which I did, I liked them fine but secretly, in the sanctuary of my room, I also loved Culture Club, Wham, and Tears For Fears. Of course to admit this to my group would have been social suicide. I would have been a pariah. On the outside I was Shouting At The Devil but inside I also wanted to be a Karma Chameleon. Everyone was Rocking Like A Hurricane but I also wanted to Relax just like Frankie said. Ah, high school. Amazingly we all survived…