Monday, October 15, 2007
This wonderful photo is of my brother, sitting on one of my father's motorcycles, way back when in 1968 (I think). It was a Honda -- maybe he only had that bike then.
But observe the curve, the feel of the street visible. All of that is indelibly etched in my memory, and it expands when I see this photo. The white picket fence, the sidewalk, the driveway.
A tidal wave of memories.
Posted by Willi at 8:52 PM