I lived in south Florida from July of 1979 until May of 1991. My brother moved to Florida ten months after me and moved back to Pittsburgh a year before me, so we had a lot of shared friends and experiences down there. There was one friend in particular that we had lost touch with and had always wondered about him. We had a long conversation about some of our crazier misadventures that included Roger just a few weeks ago. Last night my brother, his wife, my wife and I went to dinner to celebrate his birthday. Over dinner he told me that he found Roger after all of these years. Roger has a very common last name, so I had never had any luck locating him on my own. When I got home I was able to find him on FB now that I knew where he lived and sent him a friend request. We ended up messaging back and forth until late at night catching up. He had told his wife hundreds of crazy stories over the years. The funny thing is that he considered me one of the biggest influences of his life. He had been raised in an extremely conservative family, was shy, and didn't have a lot of friends growing up. When he and I worked together in our early twenties I introduced him to rock and roll, wild women, fast cars and pot. I apologized for corrupting him, but he said that it was the best thing that ever happened to him. He can't imagine how boring his life would have been if I didn't teach him about "fun". Although I've always considered Roger a good friend, I never realized that I had changed his life so much.