One way or another, I can find just about anyone on the Internet. It’s one of the things I love most about it — every relative, friend, neighbor, coworker, girlfriend, whoever, from any phase of my life, probably has some sort of Internet footprint that can be found. (Long-dead ancestors too, for that matter!) Usually, it’s as simple as a Google search. Sometimes it takes more work. But as long as the person is still alive, they can probably be located and contacted on the Internet.
Probably. But not always. There are a handful of people, a couple of them very important to me, that I’ve never been able to track down. Since I’ve tried almost everything else, I’m going to try posting here about my two main missing friends that I’ve a) lost contact with and b) cannot for the life of me find current info for online.
I wrote this up recently because someone asked, and I feel the need to share. Since I no longer work for Altiris or Symantec, and despite the risk of creating a karmic debt, I’m gonna go ahead and do something I don’t usually do — publicly speak ill (albeit factually) of someone in the industry. I figure the risk is low; it’s unlikely that John Dvorak will ever be the key to getting a job I want, and if he gives one of my products a poor review, that would likely only help sales. So here you go…
The “Mustang” is a drink I developed in the early nineties in Gainesville, Florida. It was inspired by the fantastic blend of Jack Daniels and Cherry Coke that my college roommate Beth had introduced me to in 1985. I wanted to perfect that, so took it just a little further. The name comes from my love of the Ford Mustang (I drove a black ‘90 GT convertible at the time the drink was conceived). “Southern” was added to the name later, to distinguish it from the unrelated Fiery Blue Mustang.
