Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Tim!
Happy Birthday to you!

Well, it’s April 28th again, and you all know what that means.

Someone, somewhere, somehow, is having a birthday.

Today happens to be the birthday of not only my boss (who is expecting twins, BTW), but also of a friend that I seem to have misplaced about 12 years ago and have not been able to find since.

It has been 12 years since I graduated from Upper Canada College, and in that 12 years I have had too many jobs to count, made and lost a multitude of friends, dated a grand total of 3 women (yeah, go figure…in high school I dated no one, I hit University and beyond and I’m, all of a sudden, in one long term relationship after another, but that’s ponderage for another blog entry) and lost one true friend.
At least that’s the way I saw him, and I have no evidence that proves otherwise. He and I went our separate ways out of high school. I stayed local and completed a Honours BA with a Specialist in English and a Minor in French as a Second Language through the University of St. Michael’s College at the University of Toronto (USMC/UT) and got 90% of the way towards getting my Certificate in Teaching English as a Second Language at the Ontario Institute for Studies in Education at the University of Toronto (OISE/UT).

Tim? Well, Tim went to Columbia Medical School at last report and has since, apparently completed his internship and gone on to become very successful. That is if my mother is to be believed. As for the reports from Zygmunt and his ex-wife Judy? Well, those are non-existent. At last check, I hadn’t been to see either of them in 12 years, so I have absolutely no news whatsoever.

I miss Tim.

I miss his sense of humour, his hair, his smile, and most importantly, I miss the rapport that we used to share.

Two peas in a pod.

Thick as thieves.

Brothers from another mother.

G and the White Boy.

MC Yello and DJ White Boy.

Let me tell you, sometimes it was hard to tell us apart, even though we looked nothing alike.

The last Original homies at UCC (OK, except for Kawaja and Chen and Cipolla and MacKenzie, but all of y’all are sheep following the original shepherds, baby, alladem be biters! Peace!) in an age of home-boy and hip-hop trendiness. Hell, Tim and I were nature boys and homies back in 1989, BEFORE it was cool to be non-black hip-hop fiends.

Then, after the summer of 1994, Tim went to Columbia and I went to the University of St. Michaels College at U of T and we lost touch. Not that we didn’t try (OK, I’d like to think that I tried, I’m not so sure Tim did…I hardly got any e-mail from him). But Tim, if you’re out there, try to track me down. Even to tell me I’m an ass and I never kept in touch. Leave me a comment, anything, just let me know you‘re still out there, alive and doing well.

I’d like a chance to catch up on the last 12 years, find out if you’re married (are you and Paulina still together or is that stretching it a bit?) if you’ve got kids, did your plans, aspirations and life really turn out the way you thought it would?

If anyone knows Timothy J., his e-mail was timmyj@*******.com, and then tj82@columbia.edu but I have no idea what it is now.

Just remember MC Yello and DJ White Boy…PEACE!

PS - Answer me this: How many birthdays does the average man have?
The person who gets this right gets kudos and respect from me. :D