I was born a rambling writer [ 2004-03-10, 8:33 p.m. ]

Often you'll see a person or smell a smell or there's just a little something in the air even, that will remind you of those whose path had crossed yours before. The memory now jogged, runs through your brain touching off a few fleeting thoughts and wonderings of those certain someones out there.

And then you wonder if that person thinks of you when they see, hear or di things sometimes during their day. Do we unintentionally set up little time bombs in the grey matter of those around us and hope they go poof someday?

Memories over time evolve into what we need them to be to fit our present circumstances. If we could see an actual replay of those moments on video it would be shocking to see who really said what to whom in the end. We either romanticize what wasn't really that romantic or we demonize those who really weren't demons. Our minds become the world's greatest PR firm to filter for the best possible spin it can.

As time passes, the great becomes greater the bad becomes worse. Then you are in a rocker at 80 telling some kid how it once snowed three feet and that you dated a super model and that back then a coke only cost a dollar.

And that's just how it should be.

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