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A person I'd grown up around and who I liked but who I'd never considered a close friend passed away a few years ago, and to this day his wide circle of friends (he was one of those people who connected so well with others, plus we're from a small city where everyone starts to know each other) continue to post comments on his myspace page. After reading this article I went and looked at his page, and I was struck with a feeling I'd had before when looking at the site. Even though I don't use myspace anymore, I wished and wish I was friends with him on there, so that I could post a comment or a photo, or maybe even, as silly as it feels, but considered among those folks he called friends. For all my skepticism about social networking, it's funny when it ends up feeling somehow important.
Signature = His myspace page
