My moments of long ago are my
What did I do?
Where did I go?
I ask Greg, but no help from him. His reply,
“I don’t know.”
(typing is more accessible than writing)
My short-term memory is creeping into
1972 Denver City, Texas
I unpacked boxes after every trip to El Paso, and this time I brought boxes of photos my parents had saved, photo albums, and letters. What memories I have found and have surfaced have given me solace.