Fast planes and faded faces
The break from left to right of a brace of CF-18 served to wake the tent from its lethargy of the early morning. First question, had our country decided to go into some strange new geopolitic changed to the obvious “What were they doing so far from home”. Such is the mindset of the serial vacationer.
I stay amazed at the small world we live in. The woman at the clothes washer admitted that she knew one of my first university profs, via a common connection. Canada might advertise that we’re a big country, but we’re small town through and through
After a visit with my oldest relative, we decided to tour the local high school. Not much to see and do on a hot summer afternoon, except to tour the gallery of graduates going back for more than five decades. I didn’t go to this school, but I have lots of connections: family, friends, family of friends, family of family, former students. Put up a name, a date, a mug shot; all it takes to bring back the memories.
It’s a good thing that people don’t change in our “memory’s eye”. Dozens of souls that haven’t aged at all. I grew up with the black and white of the Kodak, so the colour photos of later decades were simply a distraction.
The Co-op asked me for that magical “member’s number” again today, and just like every other year the clerk had no interest in my guess. Someday I’ll fathom the significance.
