Friday, April 26, 2013
Memories can be triggered by odd things.
A whiff of a Camel cigarette immediately takes me back to a "platoon in the defense" Army exercise. [Other cigarette brands don't do the trick.] A herringbone jacket reminds me of a great professor who taught government classes at the University of Arizona. All Elvis impersonators are shadows of a friend in law school, a fanatical fan who, despite shoulder-length hair and a mustache, insisted that he looked like The King. [He looked nothing like him.]
It's also strange how some memories will be tucked away for years and then will slowly emerge until they can be recalled in vivid detail.
Perhaps our minds resemble the warehouse in "Raiders of the Lost Ark."
Posted by Michael Wade at 3:30 AM