Literary memories

Every time I walk down our home's central hall, I see on top of a low bookshelf a thick Richard Ford novel I still haven't read, "The Lay of the Land."

And every time comes this unbidden thought: I remember her! From high school!

Proof, once again, that I will always be fourteen years old.

1 comment:

Ivan Toblog said...

I think I know the words to the song... Kenny Rogers, right?