so I just scanned and uploaded some photos to my Facebook account. Since I’m not interested in sitting here all night loading whole albums (of which I have many) I picked certain pictures. I was not entirely surprised that I compartmentalized my life and loaded pictures from eras.
I only have a few childhood pictures, so I didn’t load those, but I loaded a friend from high school, then college, then basic training, then the theater friends from Colorado, then Germany and a couple of wedding pictures and a couple of pictures from the time of my mom’s funeral. It’s weird to think of the things you consider sum up your life. I was curious to note that I hadn’t done any of Alan and the kids, but I guess because I already have albums devoted to them on Facebook and was trying to do more of capturing my youth (or glory days as I called them — shades of Bruce Springsteen).
So one cannot go home again, but you know what? Proustian memories are free.