Found Friendship in Gainesville

In a fortunate twist of fate, a dear college friend of Nicole's happened across the correct spelling of her last name in an RIT alumni publication, and decided to look her up on Facebook. They had lost track of each other a decade ago. Bob had lived right across the hall from Nicole in the dorms, and they had helped and supported each other through the trials and tribulations of freshman year. Both had often credited each other with making it through that first year. In rare (okay, a little more often than rare) moments of stress and frustration, Nicole enjoyed the popping sound that lightbulbs made when thrown against the full length mirror on the back of her door. Bob knew what that sound meant, and after Nicole had thrown herself dejected into her bed, Bob would come over, sweep up the millions of little light bulb shards, and see if she wanted to talk. After graduation, though, life moved them in different directions, and they had no word of each other.

With the correct spelling of Sottung entered into the Friend Finder, Bob realized that, not only had he found Nicole, but that she was just about to pass a few hours away from where he had settled in Jacksonville. They met halfway, North of Gainseville at the Devil's Millhopper Geological State Park. It was a beautiful sunny Sunday day as they smiled, hugged and descended into the 120 foot sinkhole. It didn't take long before they were caught up with the major moments and benchmarks of each other's last ten years, and realized that, even though so much time had passed, it was like no time had passed.

Had a pizza for lunch and walked all around the University of Florida campus before saying our goodbyes. Bob went East back home, and the girls headed West.