Memoir
My Dinner With Joe
My one and only date with my friend Joe might have passed entirely from my memory if it weren’t for what happened in the larger world that November night. For decades people have continued to talk about it. It’s not in the same league with an election, or an earthquake, or an assassination, but still they talk. Some laugh and some shake their heads, and a few diehards are even angry. But whenever someone brings it up, I think about my only date with Joe.
Fragment
Not all memories are stories with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Many are mere fragments, little bits of visions or experiences that can seem like complete stories because of the tricks the mind can play. Like other memories, these frozen moments have enough form and substance to arouse the senses and the emotions. They can come upon us when we least expect it, and leave impressions that are lasting and deep.