ALFIE

As in "What's it all about"? I came across an exceedingly hard picture to find to stir a memory, an emotion, a tale to blog about. I saw this picture and I knew: it's Seattle.

Keep inn mind that I've only been to Seattle one time. It certainly wasn't when these old cars lined the city streets. None of the existing structures are probably still standing. If so, I never saw them. Yet I knew before I read the caption.

Yesterday we finished up (erroneous expression, because did anyone ever finish up {well maybe in OHenry's Magi story} Christmas shopping. We were looking at a jogging kind of outfit for one of the grandkids when my wife had to remind me that we had already purchased one. I didn't remember until we got home and was shown the black Puma one. So if you're reading this and you're one of our 4, then one of you knows one present.

So my point is this: I'm an old guy who has a crazy memory. Just this past week I accumulated two FaceBook friends by their request. One a former student from the early '70's. I could remember the hour, the class, and where she sat. We had had no contact since she sat in that seat so long ago. Another friend whom I hadn't thought about for years told me he remembered we "threw the baseball around a little bit" when we were younger. I reminded him of catching him in an All-Star game and remembered when he broke a car windshield in batting practice. I remember the car, the color, where it was parked--in 1960. Of course I also remembered what team he played for. In fact, I can remember what teams most of my old buds from back then played for.

I dunno. I also just burned my tongue on some hot coffee that I apparently just poured. Time is a curious character these days. Now where did I put the morning paper?