Lost and Found

You can never tell what can come your way these days. Today for me, it was like finding a long lost gem. 

This guy disappeared from my sight - as I did from his, 42 distant years ago (that’s 8 years short of half a century).

The last time I saw him he was a tall and skinny bloke with his mind set on trying out anything that his adventurous spirit fancied. He had curly-to-kinky hair (kept him in front of the mirror hours on end), which he obviously detested. But his handsome mestizo features suitably made up for it and kept the girls blushing uneasily at his gaze.

We happened to grow up together for some odd number of years, because of our parents’ similar assignments and island of origin.

We went to the same boarding school about 68 km from home and we shared the same dormitory room and dining facility. Vacations found us experimenting on some adult stuff/vice and hanging around places that our parents deemed off-limits.

The last time we teamed up for an adventure was a swim at some resort in Baclaran. The other guys in this group were Jomy Layson, Nonoy Barizo, Bitoy Umali, etc. It was after the swim that we almost got into a fight with the local street guys on our trek to San Juan Street.

With my memory at the verge of oblivion, a reunion with Conrad “boy” Legaspi would come handy to add more of the adolescent memories to this page.