Memory is a mystery: years of experiences are compacted into some enigmatic space, or spaces, in the brain. Memory is inconsistent: we remember some things well. Some, not so much. Memory can be faulty; “has it really been that long since we talked?” Memory can be debilitating; ask a combat veteran, or someone who suffered childhood misadventure. And memory can be exhilarating: think about the time you first met that special person in you life.
If we’re fortunate, recollections continue to float to the surface of consciousness. We celebrate anniversaries, mourn losses, share old fellowships, and play Jeopardy. But how do we sort out the order of this jumbled collection of events and happenings of a lifetime? It seems a calendar is necessary. What happened before this? Did that really come after such and such? And for many of us, numbers that end in zero mark special occasions to recall past events with solemnity or joy.
Through all of 2018, now about to close, every month has evoked a vivid memory from fifty years ago. Fifty, a nice round number ending in zero. Vivid recollections. All too vivid. Continue reading “Christmas 2018”
After a wonderful trek across the country, we’ve arrived in Long Beach, my home town. We’ve noticed a few changes in the two years we’ve been gone. Our old home, last year painted entirely white, has been repainted and now matches the white and green colors Susan I lived with. A restaurant or two have closed and/or changed hands. Continue reading “Long Beach, California”
Folks in the Cornhusker State seem to appreciate pronunciations that are a bit off-kilter to most Americans. Beatrice, a town due south of the State Capitol Lincoln, is spoken Bee-AT’-riss, with the accent on the second syllable. Kearney is pronounced Carnie, as in county fair concessionaire. Counter-intuitive to most, perhaps, but the folks here won’t have it any other way. Perhaps it’s a clever method of identifying out-of-towners. Continue reading “Kearney, Nebraska”
The first day’s drive to Portage, Indiana, went smoothly. Good weather and light traffic. As usual, Susan’s time driving encountered all the construction zones–which abound on the Ohio Turnpike. The second day’s drive was more challenging. Very heavy rain at the Mississippi River border of Illinois and Iowa, and when we arrived in Grinnell, Iowa, we were ready to crash for a nap before dinner, but instead heard the TV announcements of Tornado warnings all through central Iowa. We grabbed a bite to eat at the very good Frontier Diner in Grinnell, then hunkered down in our room with our eyes affixed to the TV coverage of storm activity, worsening from a tornado watch to a tornado warning. We were fortunate here in Grinnell, as Marshalltown to our north and Pella and Bondurant to our south sustained very bad property damage from active tornadoes. The watch condition ended at 10:00 PM, after which we both got much needed sleep for the night. Next stop: Kearney, Nebraska, about six hours down the road.
We enjoy PF Chang’s lettuce wrap appetizer, and after several attempts to replicate the dish at home we settled on the following recipe: Continue reading “Chicken Lettuce Wraps”