As the years move along, the memory bank is amazing to me. You can remember things that happened 60 years ago, and they seem just as clear. Old friends, especially close friends, who were part of your life at a certain age—they remain in your mind. Many years later, you encounter them again, and it’s a curious rush of many feelings—recollection of the way we were. Looking at the lines on her face—I’m sure she took note of the lines on my face as well. Music, particularly those love songs, they were acute at the time there was a relationship, and that’s part of the recollection of that person, what love songs were playing on the radio. The layering of experience and memories becomes more acute. Songs associated with people from different life stages. I remember my first true love in high school: she moved on, and the song was “It’s all in the game.” Tommy Edwards? Every time I heard that, it was just not feeling very good.