When Whitey Bulger, the reputed Boston mob boss found in suburban Los Angeles last month, appeared in court in Boston for the first time, he was represented by a court-appointed lawyer. That lawyer happened to be someone I grew up with decades ago.

When my Aunt Pat turned 80 years old in April, she received a special video birthday wish from another Pat, Pat Sajak of Wheel of Fortune – transmitted by one of my aunt’s grandchildren.
And when my cousin Kerri recently gave birth to her second child, I was able to see real-time photos.
I know or experienced all of the above because of one thing – Facebook.
Facebook is reshaping so many things in our society, but one thing it is doing is sharing information, images and videos in ways we could have never imagined decades ago. And bringing us closer – at least virtually.
I will confess – there’s a part of me that would like to unlike Facebook. I don’t like some of its privacy policies and the difficulty at times in people understanding them.
But when I get past the privacy issues, I still, in the end, like it. The value is impossible not to recognize.
For me, Facebook began as a way to stay connected with my far-flung friends and family, including more than two dozen first cousins and many more second cousins. Most of these people used to be relegated to interaction at the major family events – weddings and funerals.
But today, we keep up with one another easily and rather effortlessly via Facebook.
For friends and old friends, it becomes the public square for gathering. For someone like me who has moved cross-country, it keeps me connected to people I got to know during other periods of my life on another coast.
Recently, a group of people I worked with as a teen-ager organized a reunion via Facebook. While I couldn’t attend the actual reunion, I was able to make posts on the event page and view a five-minute, post-event video.
Earlier this year, I was among the 1,434 people who “liked” a page remembering Connecticut State Trooper Russell Bagshaw, who was killed on the job on June 5, 1991. For those of us who knew Russ, we could mark the 20th anniversary of his death by sharing memories and honoring his sacrifice.
And then there was the message I received from a business associate I connected with on Facebook. He noticed we had a mutual friend and he wondered how I knew her. Turned out he grew up three houses away from that person, another one of my cousins.
There’s much more to Facebook for communities and businesses, but we’ll leave that for another post.
Life was simpler before Facebook, but for me it is a little richer with it.