I’ve spent the last month or so in the place where I was born and grew up. This evening, I was in a restaurant with my dad and another relative, when my college roommate turned up, dining with his family.
There’s nothing quite like seeing somebody you haven’t seen in over 10 years to bring back a flood of memories.
The weird thing is, he didn’t really look any older.
Then again, aside from a few pounds and few gray hairs, I don’t think I do, either.
The even weirder thing, though, is I’ve recently run into a bunch of people from my past, either in person or online, who fall into one of three categories: [Read more…] about Memory Lane.