On the one hand there has been so much time invested in those relationships. On the other, in the majority of cases it seems a lot less work to simply replace those friends with new ones. The advantage of the latter is that new friends didn't know us back when and carry that out of date memory around like a sack of rotten fruit.
My gut told me not to reach back into the past. After all, I was not a happy camper at Seton Hill University. And most of the women (it had been an all-women's institution back then) on Facebook I had not been close with then or the few years afterward as we tried to find our way in the world and clung to each other. In fact, one had roomed with me one year in college and didn't opt to the next.
Not all of it was bad. But the bad was very bad. Somehow the focus of the Seton Hill Class of 1967 became to provide me with advice. It took a while then I figured it out: Friends don't give friends advice. They listen. They ask questions to collect data.
Takeaway: Beware looking to those from the past for what people in the present can provide so much more efficiently - and with love and compassion.
Possibility: Lawyers see a high-profile lawsuit in this ill-fated journey back into the past. Time travel gone awry.