Last Week, Many Years Ago
I do not have a photographic memory. The long-term impressions are selective, and it is these kinds of events I remember the most. Then there are those I don’t.
I do not have a photographic memory. The long-term impressions are selective, and it is these kinds of events I remember the most. Then there are those I don’t.
There are moments that truly stay with you, at least while the brain cells hold out during our stay on this mortal coil. I daresay graduating from the cauldron that was senior high school being chief among them. It was, and still is, an institution that guaranteed the person that finished the undertaking no longer resembled the one who started it. Everything changed by the time you got the diploma in your hand. You weren’t the same physically, mentally, or emotionally when it was done. No one had an easy time of it, even the popular kids. If someone says they did, they’re l-y-i-n-g. High school was that oddly endearing modern rite of passage. And much like keelhauling, most merely wanted to survive the experience.
Well, it’s Father’s Day here in the U.S., and I wish all of the dads out there a great day. Here’s hoping they get and dole…