Drifting Back
For most of my life I was a person that lived in the now. The past was the past. I would think about old friends and colleagues from time to time, but keeping in touch was not something I did. If I am being totally transparent, my thoughts seldom drifted to anything other than what I was doing that day or the upcoming weekend. That has changed. Now it seems like thinking back is the norm. I guess my illness, or age, has suddenly made my own mortality sink in. It could also be that I seem to have a better long term memory than others. I can't remember where I put my keys yesterday but I can remember that I paid $4.00 for my first Kiss album from Nichol's (or was it Nickles) department store in Herkimer New York. More recently, time in Icu and emergency surgery (pulmonary embolism), and learning of high school classmates that we have lost, has me thinking even more of the past. Memories good, and bad, flood in. I find myself telling stories frequently. I wonder if othe