I have a confession. Once upon a time, many years ago I went through a country phase. Don’t blame me, though, it was the early 90’s, the time of Garth Brooks – who personally brought a resurgence of country music. Plus, I happen to come from two people who prefer Willie Nelson to anything the Beatles had to offer. So, it’s in my genes and it was inevitable that I would catch it. My time with country music was brief. I stopped listening to it when I realized it made me feel older than my peers.
It’s kind of my life work to be remembered when I’m gone. I told my niece that I want to be the photo bomb in her stash of Polaroid memories. A little creepy? Perhaps. But being memorable takes a lot of work. Sometimes you just don’t know when a Pavlov trigger is planted. Sometimes you have little control over the associations that bring you to mind. Oh shucks.