One of my favorite things to do is to return somewhere I’ve been before and mention all the ways that things have changed. I’m usually not upset about the change, I just like mentioning how things hadn’t always been that way, then, I comment on the change as if some meaning could be derived from the change itself.
One of my favorite things about my relationship with Jenny is our tradition of giving each other memorable dates as Valentine’s Day gifts.
Coming so quickly after Christmas, we’d normally be hard put to think of another material item that would shock or delight the other, and routine purchases hardly seem romantic.
Several months after moving into my current home (and the first I’ve ever owned), I was setting up a heating oil delivery and the operator asked for my nearest cross street.
I couldn’t answer her question.
In fact, I couldn’t name any other street in the neighborhood, but I was too embarrassed to admit it.