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Tuesday, June 02, 2015

Where is Ryan Palmer?

This weekend I threw out all of my yearbooks from middle and high school. I'm moving to New York in less than 4 weeks and am currently apartment purging.

Anybody want some stuff?

So up in my bathroom linen closet were all these very heavy books with photos of yesteryear and goofy stuff written in them like "you're a great friend".  

Good to know!

And I paged through them because it is fun to do and look at what everyone was all about during our formative years. I was on a lot of different teams over the years. Even on cheerleading with Jaimie and Katie. Then I got to thinking about how we used to practice cheers in Katie's basement before her parents turned it into a sweet home theater with a popcorn machine and everything. We had a really good time together.

Trip down Memory Lane!

Some of the people I knew I still know. Like I saw Jaimie a couple weeks ago and talked to Katie a couple days ago. We're all living our weird little lives now masquerading as grown ups but we're really not fooling anyone. We're the same, just with checkbooks. And that is really comforting to know that the grown ups never really were grown ups, they were just bigger and had money.

The jig is up!

As I turned the pages and dove deeper into the nostalgia zone I came across people who were so cool then and I really liked, even if it was just in class. Like this kid, Ryan Palmer. We called him Cookie Boy. Who "we" are, I'm not exactly sure but I remember it wasn't just me in English class bothering a boy I liked because I was too chicken shit to do anything like that without an accomplice. And I certainly didn't have the confidence then to just come out at tell some cutie pie that I would like to spend some time eating and hanging out and that if he is lucky he can hold my hand. Some people call that modesty or patience but really it was just crippling teenage anxiety. He really was cute, I had proof of that until this morning when the garbage service took away all of my yearbooks. And now I don't have any proof because I cannot seem to find him on the internet. Oh well. 

Ryan Palmer (Hinsdale Central Class of '97 but you didn't graduate with us because you left Senior Year)...if you are out there how is it going? 


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