Virtual faces from my past
How do you remember faces from high school? I mean, once you’ve moved on, not while you still answer to the call of the bell. For most of us, the timeworn tradition of the school yearbook is all we have to remember a lot of people.
This morning, while hunting for a healthy breakfast (or was it lunch? Holiday timetables are erratic), I happened across a collection of yearbooks from the local high school. One, from four decades ago, served as entertainment during my meal. This was not my high school, but I had met some of the players in the cast when they arrived at university, with me. For the record, they looked much as I remembered.
This was another classic summer day at the campground. Good weather, and the timetable came without any requirements other than trying to keep out of the direct sunshine. The dog and I went for ice cream, and read (OK, not the dog). We waited for the call to eat supper with friends at their campsite, and then most of us (OK, not the dog) assembled for the second campfire evening in a row.
Wet slabs of softwood mean that a fire never burns high or fast, and that fit our mood. Conversation for the sake of conversation, with lots of reminiscence (and no supporting yearbook). By the time that the sky clouded over, sleep was in order. I think. I may read a few more e-pages before turning out the virtual lights and trying to rest.
