Good Morning

I just got another one of those ubiquitous  someone is searching for you emails, and then I am supposed to pay to find out who it is.   There are a lot of people I would like to reconnect with out there.   But would they be searching for Denise Morris? Or Denise Strolberg, or Denise Strolberg- Morris????  It seems to me that it is possible to find me with out paying a fee.    But every time I get one, I start imagining who it might be.    Since I went to so many schools,  there a re tons of people I lost contact with growing up.   I haven't attended even one high school reunion.   In the old days we were always doing art fairs when the reunions went on.   

    I also get this feeling though, when I think of somebody, when they pop into my mind,  there is a connection there.   They think of me too.   The people we have touched in our lives become part of that big scenario that becomes the past all too quickly.     But the connections remain.     We will come together breifly now and then if one of us passes away,   and those that get together for that occasion remember our days together and fill in the blanks  about where everybody is.    Someone always says "It's too bad we have to get together this way "   

      But the connections are there and I know I don't need to pay to  make them happen.   Some things I can do physically by re connecting with the ones I know of, and some I will just think about,  and they will find me.    For one thing,  Denise Morris is a very popular name and Paul Morris is so common that there is a club for Paul Morris'  ......    But my legal name Denise Strolberg-Morris  is the only one that shows up in google.   

         As I was typing, a cool story came to mind about my friend of twenty five years, Dave.  He is a musician who lives not far from here now, and we get together to play music .  I met Dave here in this house, when it was a guys woodworking shop.   The guy was having a party to christen the building, and there was a huge jam going on.    I was tuning my violin, and a guy comes up to me and says,  "You're Denise from Stewartville, "  I said What? And this Dave guy started rattling off a list of names of the people closest to me from High school.    It turns out that about the same time I left that are for Winona, Dave and his wife had moved to Rochester  for her to study nursing.   It's a great story in itself how Dave met that bunch down there.    But the cool /weird thing about it, is that we both have memories of those wild characters, but we were never there together.   Chris Haase was the central friend for Dave and I,   and I could write volumes about that guy, and might do that.    The best legacy of  that dear departed, is his hundreds of songs that he wrote and the CD that Buffy and Dave put out after his  suicide.   

      Well I guess because it is quiet here this morning, my day off, and I am geting faster at typing that I am rambling quite a bit. Or maybe it is just because  from the hits I am getting here, no one will see it anyway.  LOL    Although I have kept a written journal since I was twelve,   I felt a little stiff blogging, because of the  vastness of it all.   Now there are so many, and so many people more interesting that me, I am getting more relaxed at writing.  

 Well I have to go mail stuff today and I am burning daylight.   later then