where in the world is maury sumlin?

Thanks to my mom holding onto everything, I have an audiotape of a telephone conversation I had in grade school, some 30 years ago, with a boy named Maury Sumlin. I remember Maury; he was the only child of a single father (which might not even be true, now that I think about it) and they lived on Santa Barbara Avenue right before you got to Crenshaw. I used to have looooong phone conversations with Maury although I professed to hate him. Little sneak that I apparently was, I also taped at least one of those conversations, probably hoping I'd get him to say something embarrassing that I could go blab all over school the next day. I think he had a crush on me (he gave me a red valentine heart pin) and, of course, from all indications I must have had a crush on him--no one spends hours talking--even talking smack--to someone they truly loathe.

Not long ago I took out the tape to listen to it, but was a little weirded out by the sound of my (very country) pre-adolescent, bossy voice. I was afraid to hear what I might have said to young Maury Sumlin all those years ago. I bet I was mean. I don't want to not like Lil' Carla. I quickly removed the tape from the deck, uneasy yet intrigued to hear a full (or at least hour-long) conversation I had 30 years ago.

The other day I pulled out the tape to take it to have transferred to a digital format (if anyone out there can recommend a lab in the Bay Area [SF, Oakland, Berkeley] that does this work I'd appreciate it!) and Deirdre suggested I try to find Maury Sumlin, so I looked him up on the web (it's amazing that even regular citizens even have some profile in cyberspace): I think Maury Sumlin is a detective with the Santa Monica Police Department. I mean, could there be another? I couldn't find any photographs. I suddenly feel armed with information and possibility but I'm not sure what next to do. Find the lab, I think. Then listen.