By Kay Kendall
Remember when news articles decried the horror of online meetups? Headlines shrieked about how dirty old men preyed on unsuspecting youngsters by pretending to be their same age, plus also winsome and cute. Columnists warned that you couldn’t trust connections made online.
If memory serves, that was back at the turn of the millennium when those articles were rampant. I don’t think I’ve read that kind of thing in a long time now. The online world is so much a part of us now that using the Internet is almost as normal as walking across the street. Sure we know dangers exist when crossing the street. We do it anyway but we are careful. Same with the Internet now.
Of course bad things can still develop from unscrupulous dealings online. But there is also mail fraud, phone fraud, and so on. Whenever humans get involved, someone is going to turn the technology to the dark side.
But, oh, what about the glories of the light side? What about those friends you would never have met
for, say, your Facebook page?
|Kay and Christy--Yes, we met online!|
This week I had a delightful meetup with a friend I made online. I don’t recall exactly how long Christy and I have been friends, but it is well over a year. She lives in the vicinity of Dallas/Fort Worth, and I live south down Interstate 45, almost 300 miles away in Houston. I feel safe in saying that the chances of our crossing paths were almost nil.
Christy is an avid reader, and she was taken with the fact that I had become an author. She had spent some time in Houston and knew the city because of visits to relatives here. Once upon a time I visited my grandparents in Dallas four times a year and know the city in a similar fashion. She has an only son. So do I.
And speaking of my son, Christy is about his age. Still, despite our age difference, she and I became friends.
A few months ago when she IM’d be to say that she and her husband and son were going to vacation in Galveston, she asked if perhaps we could meet. I jumped at the chance. We arranged to meet at a Starbucks not too far from I-45 as it passes through my big city.
She and her husband and son were delightful, so nice that they counterbalanced my occasional feeling that families today don’t take of each other very well. Her son is now a keen reader too, and he was well-mannered and pleasant, looking forward to starting sixth grade next fall. Christy’s husband was what used to be called a “good family man,” interested in talking about their three dogs, about the fishing trip they’d taken on the Gulf during their stay in Galveston.
Christy brought me a white ceramic bowl that I will treasure always. It sits in a metal nest of twigs, and a bird perches on it. I gave her a copy of my new book, Rainy Day Women, and a handful of bookmarks about it.
They got back on the road, and I left for the post office. And my heart was filled with such joy. Wonderful people still walk this earth, and sometimes the Internet can help you find them.
How much fun was that! Nothing like a fan--what a great event and thanks for sharing. I've met some fans at mystery cons. But I've got lots of Internet friends/fans/writers that I'd love to meet.ReplyDelete
Yes, I agree, Marilyn. One fan/friend in Seattle even helped me with the descriptions of the University of Washington sites in my upcoming new book. Then last week we had a nice, long phone chat because I didn't know how to pronounce one of the place names and needed to advise my narrator of the audio book version. I don't take these techno changes for granted. You and I remember way back in the day when things were different, and I think it is good to celebrate the good parts of the changes.Delete
Wonderful to meet friends in person.ReplyDelete
Yes, Marjorie, and that was certainly our case!Delete
Kay, what a great post about a delightful meeting. Seems like today I'm closer to more people I've met and stay in touch with by Internet than through person to person contact. How the world changes!ReplyDelete
Isn't that the truth, Paula? How the world changes...but that is in technology changing our patterns. When you strip away the methods, you get down to the same old core--people reaching out to others to maintain contact. That is a beautiful thing. On the other hand, that same techno-ability to connect across thousands of miles puts hate-filled extremists together too...I add this since I just read Linda Rodriguez's post about hate groups. This has turned into a hard week, and it is reminding me of the bad, ugly stuff about the sixties. The more things change, the more they stay the same.Delete