When a Memory Isn't a Memory
Friday - 04/30/2021 — My niece Erica took this picture back in 1999 as my sister Diana and I pored over a map in the Colorado Springs phone book. What were we looking for? I have no idea. Why were we on the floor rather than beside a table? I have no idea. If there hadn’t been a date written on the back of the picture, I’d have had no idea even when this occurred (although I do recall that pair of white jeans and the belt, both of them long since gone—the belt because I wore it out, the jeans because … well, because they no longer fit me).
Do you have old photos that remind you how much you’ve forgotten?