Memory is dynamic & sometimes fleeting & reinterpreted over the years. But there are moments, when a name or a moment or a voice filed away in our memory banks explodes. Like a flash of sunrise.
And so, while I am sure you do not remember me (I recently stopped reaching out on Facebook when Nita Gulbus had no idea who I was & she has always been so present in my memories of El Paso) – I wanted to say that I do remember you.
El Paso was a lovely time for me & my memories of my time there are strong.
Always, over the years, I remember certain names & moments. And sunrise & the desert & joy & celebration. And how the Thunderbirds always won everything in those days. How we all felt that we were fierce & could do anything.
I remember your name, Stuart Schwartz. I remember your face & your voice.
And I remember your energy.
And your smile – it is still infectious & lovely.
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