A Reminiscence

The other day while on the phone

with my grown daughter, she told

me about a recent conversation she

had with one of my old girl friends

with whom I lived some 27-years

ago. Pat still has two boxes of yours

with artwork and writings you did

back in the early 1980s before you

two got together. And I thought to

myself, that collection from long

ago would be interesting to see. I

am no longer in touch with Pat,

and we now live in different cities.

My daughter offered to pick up

those boxes whenever she meets

with Pat again, and provided I am

still alive and in a cognitive state of

mind, I allowed how that would be

fine. I am no longer able to create

visual arts anymore so it would be

interesting to see that which I had

accomplished when I still had the

ability. My writing, especially the

poetry, was thriving back then, but

relatively in its infancy. Today, I

write some nearly every day,

mostly introspective stuff, for my

outside activities are limited by

geriatric disabilities. I would like to

revisit (in written words) the younger

me I used to be. I may even see an

evolution, knowing now what it’s

like to become old and crusty,

developing into a me I figured

at the time I would never in a

million years grow old enough

to be. Then, I thought about

Pat who was neither an artist nor

a writer, but a good five years older

than I.

Chris Hanch 8-3-18