As I go running along your street

I wonder today, if anyone thinks of me. Not talking about Mom, Husband, kids, anyone whose face I am in. Nor, am I talking about old flames. I think of friends that have lost touch, and probably the origin of this thought is holidayish, but I think about people whom I haven't seen since college or even childhood and wonder if they ever come up with a thought regarding my relationship to their lives.

If there is much after here, I hope to find out if there is a Lock Ness monster, what really happened to JFK and if my old cronies wonder what the fuck ever happened to me.