Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

When I asked Harry if he uses the Internet to look up old friends, "Let sleeping dogs lie" was his reply.  His attitude, qualified, recommends itself.    The friendships of old were many of them friendships of propinquity.  They were born of time and place and circumstance, and they died the death of distance, whether temporal or spatial or circumstantial.  They are relics that can be fingered but not reanimated. They are best left in the boneyard of memory.