I keep having this vivid memory of my first day of work at the Kinko’s on Clark and Wellington in Chicago. I remember I brought a sandwich or something with me, but I didn’t want to eat it in the break room for some reason, so I took a walk and ended up eating my lunch on a bus stop bench outside of a drug store.
I’m wondering why I remember this so vividly. I can even feel the quality of the late summer air, and the colors and sounds. If I close my eyes.
And I’m wondering if I realized I would be remembering that small event now, over 20 years later, in mid-winter in Austin, TX.
And I’m wondering about all that I’ve forgotten, as well.