Memories

Thanks for the memories was Bob Hope's signature song. In his old age, he sat in airport lounges hoping someone would recognize him.
Bad memories are part of who we are. But I won't attend high school reunions. A mine field of bad memories I do not need to revisit. Classmates would reminisce about the great times, while I have little to feel good about. We make our own history and must live with it. Bury it, I say, and move on.
So I become a writer and just make stuff up. So much safer.
If I ever ran into Bob Hope I'd shake his hand and say thanks for everything. I'd offer him a mint.