Which Reminds Me

Forty years ago is a long time to be remembering every little thing I said or did, or not, while attending high school. So just get off my back, Libby. You have no place to be screaming at me. You spent four years of high school mostly blocking me, obviously, so you really should not be surprised to find there is nothing much to remember about that. I know that I would prefer to forget about the miseries of high school of which you doubtless played a role so obviously I am going to be dismantling any machineries in which your presence is detected.