It’s interesting how memories emerge when your focused on trying to remember past events. Like scraps of paper with snippets of scenes written on them. Not developed yet, but intriguing enough to invite further examination.
For example, I remember a trip I took with my brother, Rod, our friend Sandi, and her three boys. We all crammed into the cab of a U-Haul truck, the trailer filled with all our earthly belongings, and my cat. Continue reading