Blast from the past
I had a real blast from the past the other night in the pub. I spotted a woman I didn’t recognize, but she seemed to know people I knew. Eventually, I got to talk to her and learned she used to live around here before moving to London as a child, where she was originally from. She mentioned her parents had a shop in the next town, and her name slowly rang a bell through the brain fog and beer haze. When she told me, I asked if she had a brother named David—she said yes. I told her I remembered him, though she said she didn’t remember me. I had a vague recollection of her from my late teens when a bunch of us used to hang around her father’s shop. She was a bit younger than me so I guess I did not associate with her that much her brother is my age. I can’t clearly recall who else was there, though I have a feeling about one or two, one of whom has sadly passed. I never expected to be transported back over 40 years into the mists of time. I remember those days as innocent ones...