Two senior ladies met at their high school reunion. One asked, "You were so organized in school, did you live a well planned life as well?" "Oh yes," came the reply. "My first marriage was to a millionaire; my second to an actor; my third to a preacher; and now I'm married to an undertaker."
Her friend asked, "And what do those marriages have to do with a well planned life?" Came the reply, "One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go."
It's good to recapture perspective - a "handle" on life - an anchor for early memories. Recently my brother and I visited our childhood haunts by driving his vintage Thunderbird up the peninsula to pay a call on places where we grew up a half century ago. It was fun to see the familiar neighborhoods and revive a flood of stories that Cliff and I experienced -- about early homes, teachers, playmates, and places where we spent our youth.
It was better than reminiscing over old photos. Our visit supplied more details that unlocked wonderful memories. This time of reflection was a personal renewal with appreciation of our childhood growing up in the San Francisco Peninsula suburbs.And that perspective made everything appear smaller the second time around!