When I was home, I met up with several dear college friends. Jenny brought with her an old photo of me, taken the night after a big party at our friend Tim's place, Cedar House (when I say big, I mean big--I think half the campus was there). I remember the party, partly because I also took photos. But I have no memory of the next day, including no memory of staying over, and certainly no memory of standing in the back garden wearing Jenny's clothes with a tray strapped to my head. If I hadn't seen the evidence, I'd have protested strongly that I was too mature to do such things. But in this case, the photo stands as proof.
While I was at Tim's house (the one he, his wife and children live in, not the house of the party from long ago) a week or so ago, I told him this tale. He disappeared and then brought down two dusty photo albums. I remember some of the events, others had faded from memory, along with the former friends whose faces I saw again as they were in their late teens and early 20s. Besides realizing how little we remember, it was a pleasant trip down memory lane. I can't believe all that time passed and took a few photos of Tim's pictures, some of which I share here. I realize too that I half expect to see that me still when I look in the mirror and admit to some disappointment that it is no longer the case.
With Jenny showing off Kinder Egg rings.
With Harry on our college campus
Bev, Jenny, Me and Sid.
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