I was a member of a 40 voice touring choir in college -- the Hendricks Chapel Choir at Syracuse University. We rehearsed every Thursday night followed by beer and pizza at the Varsity. We dragged ourselves out of bed on Sunday mornings to sing at the non-denominational Protestant service, fueled by Abe's Donuts. We finished the morning by letting spirituals echo over the quad from the Chapel steps.
These were some of my closest friends -- particularly when you realize we went on tour (usually 2-3 weeks at a time) together on a bus.
A few months ago, I was "found" by one of the members who had started an alumni site. I am now emailing to some old friends about things that I had forgotten which both make me laugh and cry.
Keith stopped by the shop with his family (lovely wife Cheryl and two beautiful daughters) as they were "On the Way to Cape May" for vacation. It was as if the more than 25 years had not passed (except for the grey hair, rickety bones, gained weight, etc.) We laughed and talked. I wished I had more time.
There is something to be said for surprises. Especially those that bring back memories that make us smile.