Facebooked
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                                                                                                        Tooki


His curly head now streaked with gray bent over a brand new lap top. He still used the hunt a peck method he had used years ago at the station to write up reports. While his partner had embraced the new technology, he was drug kicking and screaming into the 21st century.
"How ya doing Starsk," A voice called from inside. David Starsky was sitting on the porch of Ken Hutchinson's beach side bungalow.
Starsky grumbled as he poked the enter button on the lap top and stared at the screen, "I'm never going to get the hang of this Hutch." A error came up and he slammed down the lid as he disgustedly pushed the machine aside.
Hutch looking much the same in his 60's as he did in his 30's only a bit slower came out onto the porch carrying two bottles of beer. "Dinner will be ready soon." Hutch handed his friend one of the bottles then sat down and pulled the lap top toward himself and opened the lid. "Lets see what you have done now." Hutch smiled as the screen jumped to life. He shook his head, "Look buddy, you didn't but the .com that's all."
"Why do I need a Facebook?" Starsky queried as he tilted the beer back and took a long drink.
"We can keep in touch easier," Hutch patiently explained.
"What's wrong with the telephone?"
Hutch shook his head, and looked at Starsky with as much affection as he always had for him. "We can just write random things and you can keep in touch with the kids."
"The kids are too busy for a couple of old fogies like us." Starsky scoffed.
Hutch sighed as he began to sign up his old friend to get him started on Facebook. "See it's easy, you just put in your information like this." Hutch quickly typed in everything the web site ask for. "Then you hit this button and you have your very own Facebook page."
Hutch swung the laptop around for Starsky to look at. "Okay I have a Facebook page, now what?"
"Well you can find friends, add pictures you just have to look around you'll get the hang of it I promise."
"Pictures? Where am I supposed to get pictures?" Starsky inquired.
"Off your computer." Hutch said then realized that he didn't pictures on his computer yet. "I'll email you some. I think I have a picture or two of you."
"Why would I want a picture of me on my Facebook, I know what I look like." Starsky grumbled as he glanced through the patio door wondering when dinner would be ready, he was starving.
"It's not for you goof, it's for other people." Hutch grinned knowing that if a picture was ever to get on the site that he would have to do it. "Anybody you want to search for?"
"What?" Starsky leaned over to look at the screen, he squinted at the small print wishing he hadn't left his glasses in the guest bed room.
"Here..watch this," Hutch typed 'Ken Hutchinson' in the search box and hit the search button. In seconds his name along with a photo popped up. "See I can be your first friend." Hutch hit the request friend and leaned back in his chair to enjoy the ocean breeze. "Now when I go in, I'll accept your request and we will be in business."
Starsky looked at him doubtful, "Okay sure, so now you are my friend because this machine says so."
Hutch got up shaking his head, he patted his best friend on the shoulder, "I'm going to go bring dinner out, maybe after you have a full stomach you can play around a little and figure things out."
"Sure," Starsky answered as he placed the laptop in the chair next to him. All he cared about at the moment was the lasagna in the oven and the salad chilling in the fridge.
After their pasta dinner and a few more beers Starsky pulled the laptop from the chair while Hutch was inside putting away the leftovers. He was surprised to find that he had a friend request, and even more surprised to find that it was a young woman in her mid twenties. He accepted her request and checked out her page, he wondered how she had found him since he didn't have the slightest idea who she was. Suddenly Hutch appeared as a friend, Hutch had slipped out of the kitchen to bring up his own page so that he could accept Starsky's request.
Hutch stepped back out onto the patio, carrying more beer, Starsky's smiling face greeted him, "Look Hutch I have just been facebooked!"