Thursday, January 12, 2012

visiting the past

That's my copy of "Art & Fear" acting as backdrop for the first of what promises to be a slew of potato chips, I mean postcards.

There's a stack of books that need reading and re-reading and reams of research material, now that I stumbled across the online archives of the historical society of my first hometown, Armonk, NY.

I spent hours last night trying to find out if the crossing guard had a real heart attack after I threw myself under the oncoming bus (I really did misread her signals) or just a purple fit of fury after she dragged me out from under the front end of the bus, beat my four-year old ass and sent me on my way to school. Such were my days.

I am derailed and under the spell of the past.


Nancy said...

I could see a face coming up on that chip!
The spell is too easy to fall under,eh?!!

Anonymous said...

My favourite Crosby Stills and Nash lyric: 'don't let the past remind us of what we are not now'
Easier said than done!

Deb said...

I like to think that the past has instruction that we may have let slip away.