Sept. 18, #FollowFriday

Past lives.Many of us have had what seems like multiple lives - so many different workplaces that we know people from all over the place, many of whom we've reconnected with here on Twitter.I've had a few folks get in touch lately via Twitter whom I hadn't seen or heard from in what seems like eons. Maybe we'd reconnected a little via Facebook, but Twitter is even more immediate. So I thought I'd take the opportunity to introduce some people from my old lives.The teenage years:@Flyssy: I was a camper and then worked at an arts  camp in New Milford, Conn., for three summers. Naturally, I worked in the Publications shop, writing poetry and publishing literary arts magazines and camp yearbooks. I learned how to do every job there, from typesetting to printing, and Marko was one of the growed-up counselors who was wicked on an offset press. His hair was verrry 1980s Britain at the time. Now, he runs a guitar collecting website and does all sorts of cool stuff online. And his hair's much shorter and less shaggy now.Freshman year of college:@JamieDicken: I lived in a co-ed dorm, but on the first floor, which was the only floor where the boys and girls were totally separated because of the lobby and common room. The girls' section was called, creatively, the Virgin Vault (better than the boys, I think, as it was the Mole Hole). We became a rather tight bunch, as we were sort of locked into a two-hallway area and didn't have to worry about boys coming along and seeing us in various states of disarray, I suppose. Jamie lived around the corner and we took more than one journalism class together. Heck, if it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't have had the good fortune to get into Eric Zorn's Basic Writing Lab, and my life would probably suck right now. Thanks, Jamie!Working at The Miami Herald:@BeckyandHollee: Becky and Hollee both went to Northwestern, my alma mater, but are ... younger than I am. That's all I'm gonna say about that, but I met them because of their internships at The Miami Herald when I was a reporter there. Being a grad, I always welcomed the NU interns and usually became friends with them because, after all, they weren't THAT much younger than me. And I was old and wise and in my 20s, after all. Hollee used to hang with me and some of my friends, too. Now they're both all growed up and moms and journalists and professors and are even writing a book together. Dayum.The Arizona years:@Tony_Blei_Photo: I worked for a paper outside of Phoenix that has had more ownership changes than Madonna has clothing changes at an average concert. Like many newspapers, it's had money issues in the past few years and has all but fallen apart, which is a shame. It wasn't the biggest paper, but it sure was the scrappiest. We consistently beat the Arizona Republic on stories and had lots of fun doing it. And the photo staff was really top-notch. Tony was one of the photographers there, and was also a good copy editor and writer.My final days of newspaper journalism:@DavidSchepp: David and I worked in the same office for most of my final 8 years in a newspaper newsroom. He was a business reporter, I was metro editor. We wrote, we blogged, we participated in the office Secret Santa. Our office rocked; we had a good time there, even when it seemed as if the world around us was totally crazy (because it was - and so was our office, honestly). Now he's blogging for Daily Finance and some other sites and we keep an eye out for whom among our friends is being laid off next, as well as the decimation of our former newsroom.