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The facebook page for Scona ‘77 grads is up and to date has 48 members. Its hard to know how many signed up for Facebook to join the page and how many were already there, just waiting to be found.

I’ve changed my tune about facebook from a year ago. Its like any other community: its diverse and you get out of it what you contribute.

This week I observe that for those concerned about their privacy that there really are enough settings to go completely unnoticed. Example 1 is a friend from university I discovered completely by accident while looking for something else. I wrote her a note and she said she was on Facebook solely to join a group. No friends, no Profile. Two weeks later, she’s changed her mind. She’s got friends, she’s creating a page that says something about herself and the stuff around her.

Second. I clicked a button on the Scona page one day last week to discover that one of us is completely anonymous. They are signed up as beloging to the Scona ‘77 page, but they are untraceable. Searching doesn’t turn them up.

So, if you really want to lurk there, it is possible and by all means go ahead and do it.

I’m delighted to observe the connections established between classmates already. The notice of so-and-so is now friends with this-and-that warms the skin.

Carry on.

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… this blog is like the Mars lander. It just keeps going.

Last year there were maybe four people from the Class advertising their presence on FaceBook.

A year later there are three pages worth of names.

So despite the bad rap we gave it last year, I’ve gone and created a page to extend the conversation. You’ll Find it by entering Strathcona Composite High School Class of 1977 as the Search term.

After all, we have to do something for our 50th birthday party. And how is that going to get organized without some input from all of you.

We crashed the Parkallen Reunion last night out at OPC Park. Great place for your next large function BTW. Twice now I’ve been to a reunion with the the hope of saying hi to Warren Marcotte; twice now Warren Marcotte has been to a Reunion; and twice now our paths did not cross. Sorry to have missed you again Warren.

He was there at the bonfire, along with the Tutty sisters, Cheryl Scott, and countless others from the venerable neighbourhood across 72nd Avenue.

Which reunion will he attend next, I wonder.

note to organizers: This was an expensive gig to crash. It cost me twenty bucks for two cups of coffee and a pepsi. I hate pepsi. where was the lunch?

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