The Second One

The Second One was NOT a Red Head Perhaps I remember this person from my childhood most because he taught me a valuable lesson. Maybe the reason is instead the color of his hair. I find my mind settling into his section of my memory any time I see someone with red hair. Once, when…

The Three I Remember

Over the course of our lives, we meet hundreds of people. Some we know for brief periods, while others we know for significantly longer. As I periodically wander through the long, earthen halls of my memory, I come to sections that are plastered over with pictures of certain people I used to know. Each one…