Sometimes memory fades or even fails. How we remember something turns out to have NOTHING to do with what actually happened.
As the saying in some circles goes, sometimes Ruth Is Stranger than Richard (and as we all know, or should, Richard is pretty strange). Who knew?
I found one of my old cell phones the other day. The service provider didn't want it as part of the trade-in for my current Google Pixel phone (I'm still not sure if I should be offended or delighted about that), so I got lost looking through the phone's memory of photos I took while using it. Wow.
And then I found this article online and went Double Wow.
The neuralgia of nostalgia about life here on the Ant Farm.
-bill kenny
