ARRRGH!   Here is the story.  Back in the 6th grade, this guy borrowed a quarter from me.   A quarter is a lot of money when you are 11 years old, and it's 1967.   I rarely had a quarter.  In fact, at the time, that quarter was pretty much all the money I had.   So I didn't want to loan it.  But he was a cool kid, he was paying attention to me, and he really wanted it.   He begged and pleaded and I said "no".   Finally he won me over with a promise.  He promised that he would pay me back the next day.  He promised that every day that passed after the next one without repayment, he would double the amount he owed me.  It was a solemn promise, the kind kids make when they really really mean it.  There may have been hand spitting or ritual swearing involved.   It was a real, binding promise.

 He never paid me back.  By now, he owes me all the money in the universe and then some.   I've been carrying this story around with me for decades.  I tell it to someone every now and again.   I kind of hoped that I'd be put back in touch with him someday, somehow.  I'm realistic.  Irealize that it is impossible to pay back more money than exists in the universe.   But I always had this little fantasy, that it would turn out that this guy was the president a Citibank or something.   That when confronted, he would recall the debt and feel obligated to settle it somehow.  I'd take a few mill to clear his conscience.

So now, I find out that there is a Facebook page for my old elementary school.  What an opporutunity!  The chances that someone will remember him and know where he is have multiplied!  And wouldn't you know it, for the first time ever, I can't remember his name.