I was looking for a missing pair of sunglasses, digging through all my bags and boxes, when I came across three new pairs of socks. It was a gift to myself from myself. And it is a very thoughtful and timely present in the forth month of a work trip. They are even made in the USA!

My memory has never been good. My sister has the same problem so maybe it’s genetic or maybe it was the ground water. When I was a kid I worried about my memory after reading of Hemingway’s perfect recall. I worried that I lacked one of the requisites for writing. So I made a deal with myself, as only the very young can. I would forget the events and remember the emotions. In hindsight, it wasn’t a bad plan.

And yes, I number my socks.