Two things have amazed me about Facebook: the fact that I’m able to find profiles of elementary school classmates whom I haven’t seen in in literally a quarter century or more; and how old those cats are now. There was one girl I had a massive crush on then; she was petite and had the sweetest smile. Now I go on Facebook and see she’s a well-into-middle-age lady and, well, not so petite these days. I abandoned my idle fancy of contacting her after all these years – not just because of looks (I may appear somewhat different now, myself) – but because, well, the girl I knew then is the girl I want to remember.
Along those lines, on his recent trip out here to Asia, I asked my dad if he would like to make the short journey to Vietnam and Thailand to see some of the places he had known during the war. I was surprised at how firm he was in saying no: he was quite clear on wanting to keep his memories as they were and not spoil them by seeing how things are now over there.