“Share,” not Cher

A girl with whom I attended college “liked” two pictures my brother Facebook “shared” (I guess).
She was one of three female “extraordinaries.” One was a cousin, and the other I was lucky enough to marry.
There are two male “extraordinaries.” One, from long ago, tried to make me a “DeadHead” (Grateful Dead). A user of marijuana, mescaline, LSD, etc. I refused.
The other is current. I worked with him at the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, and he became religious. He moved quickly after my wife died.
“It’s gonna take a full frontal lobotomy to reverse what’s in my head,” I told him.
“A bottle in front of me is better than a frontal lobotomy,” he quipped.
That girl probably found me in Facebook’s Houghton College group. An old girlfriend living in Washington state found me in our high-school group.
I also happen to be “friends” with my aquacise instructor, after SuckerBird and his lackeys secretly trolled my iPhone contacts.
An actual friend badmouths Facebook as a waste of time. My aquacise instructor countered Facebook was excellent for keeping track of family.
A girl in my high-school class suggests the same. Her Facebook is only to keep track of family. My aquacise instructor is more involved. She uses her Facebook to spread love and joy.
I fire it up fairly often, since love and joy are better than the posturing I usually see.
I have little time for Facebook. Writing is more fun. A guy I drove bus with says Facebook is for people lacking a life. Furthermore, Facebook is too complicated. I have no time or inclination to figger it out.
My college friend “liked” two photographs my brother “shared.” I guess that’s what he did. The photographs were a family Thanksgiving breakfast, and I’m in ‘em.
I wondered how she knew about those photographs. I don’t know what “share” means. I tried it recently with a video, and it appeared in my “timeline.” Does that mean all 58 of my FB “friends” can see it? —I was born in the prior century.

• Houghton College in western New York, is from where I graduated with a BA in 1966.
• “SuckerBird” is Mark Zuckerberg, founder and CEO of Facebook.
• For 16&1/2 years (1977-1993) I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service (RTS) in Rochester, NY, a public employer, the transit-bus operator in Rochester and environs. My heart-defect caused stroke October 26th, 1993 ended that. I retired on medical-disability, and that defect was repaired. I recovered well enough to return to work at a newspaper (the Daily Messenger). I retired from that almost 13 years ago.