The Places We've Gone

"Time it was, and what a time it was, it was

A time of innocence, A time of confidences

Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph

Preserve your memories; They're all that's left you"

-Paul Simon

Two finals down, two to go. And these first couple were likely the most difficult of the lot.

The next final is in six days, and the other is a take-home that needs to be turned in by a week from today. I'll try to finish a working draft by the weekend, so it's just a matter of cleaning it up on Wednesday.

And then, that will be that.

Over the last four months we've collected memorabilia of our time here: Playbills from the shows, a program from Carnegie Hall, a ticket to the Daily Show, a menu from the Grand Central Oyster Bar, a souvenir glossy booklet from our harbor cruise.

My favorite little lagniappes in the memorabilia folder, however, are the postcards from some of the bars and restaurants we've visited.

What a wonderful tradition here, these postcards. They usually bring them out paperclipped to the bill, and some places rotate among several.

Peg always turns them over, writes down the date, and includes a few words about what we ate or what we were celebrating that day.

Because one day we'll forget, and it'll be a comfort when our adventuring days are behind us.

Back to work.