Something About Becky

My sister's best friend, Becky Rougan, moved away from the Island when she was in eighth grade only to be seen or heard from by the O'Brien fam once or twice since. In the ensuing years, it's become a game among the Mags and I to figure out what's happened to the Beckster and what she looks like today.

As seen in the photo below, being a cute blonde Becky definitely had the potential to turn into a hottie in the decade since we last had contact:


My sister, left (stop checking her out), the elusive Becky, right

Adding to the mystique--for all intent and purposes, Becky doesn't exist. No Facebook, no phone number, no email, no nothing.

But thanks to advances in technology and my computer wizardry (I'm really pleased with myself over pulling this off), I was able to take the photo and use FBI technology to age Becky.

I present to you Becky 2009: (link)

Hopefully this helps in our elusive search. If you see her out there dear readers, tell her that the O'Briens are thinking of her. And if you're reading this Becky, Maggie says hi.

Ed. Note: In rereading this post, I can see it going one of two ways, either really creepy/stalkerish or funny. I have my fingers crossed that it's the latter and not the former.