Through a series of peculiar events, I was volunteered to reach out to my former classmates for our high school reunion. I would have had more success knocking on their doors, selling Amway or a premium cable TV service … if I could find their doors.
Many of them had moved or didn’t answer the phone so I left voice messages, with little luck. Even the guy who was the best man at my wedding didn’t return my call. How humiliating is that?