In the mid-1990s when I got my first computer, I was active with an online service known as Prodigy. I frequently accessed message boards for enthusiasts of oldies radio. I met JB over there, who lived in the Washington, DC area and was a law student at the time. We communicated electronically, and later met each other as I visited suburban Maryland and he attended lawyers' meetings in Manhattan. He even attended a few of the oldies meet-and-greets that we had at Ben's Deli in Manhattan.
I saw him for the last time about a year ago when we had lunch together at Mr. Broadway's, a glatt kosher restaurant that took over Ben's Deli's location on West 37th Street. After I phoned him about a month ago, he did not return my call. A week later, I tried again with the same result.
I don't sense any hard feelings between us, but it just seems a matter of out of sight, out of mind, superseding staying connected. Once people stop seeing each other with any degree of regularity, they lose contact with each other. I've faced this before.
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On Sunday Night JB called me and apologized for being so busy in recent weeks. He said we we talk more often in the future. This time he discussed the closing of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting and how it could lead to the demise of not-for-profit radio stations in small markets
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