Memories of grade school and even college and grad school have nearly all slipped away. Almost wish I could have held on to the good ones a little better a little longer, but it was my own choice to move ceaselessly onward. Some days, though, you’re forced to stop and search for signs of those old memories. Friendships fell away and there will never be another chance to find all of them again, but there’s a fondness, somewhere, still recognizable in there. May the fondness remain, and the pain of youth lost fade.

To Patrick, Joey, Drew, and Sara: today I thought of you, and I will again tomorrow.

To old friends