"The only way to fight nostalgia is to listen to somebody else’s nostalgia.” ― Pete Hamill

I have a little process for these notes I zip off into the interwebs each week. I copy them into an archive on my website. This is because over the years I've moved between so many platforms and so many communication tools that things get lost. Technology changes. Things crash. (at least they used to)
The challenge with this process is I fall behind. As of today, there are 40 emails that need uploading. Those are just the recent ones. I have a dozen from 2018 I haven't put in and 70 from a previous platform to transfer.
I'd leave this task alone but when I do update one of these oldies it's like revisiting an old friend. A little snapshot from a younger, funnier Greg. Someday I'll organize them into an artifact.
Speaking of artifacts, this week someone dug deep into a closet and found some treasure. We took a big bag of family videos to a place that converts them from tape to digital. They estimate we have hours, many hours, of memories on these tapes. I remember bits of the events marked on the tapes, but I remember the technology more. My big camcorder, my mid-sized camcorder, and my palm sized recorder (digital! but still on tape). So many toys!
This means, of course, my lovely bride and I have hours of viewing pleasure ahead. It won't be as riveting as "Asteroid City" but I bet one of us cries.
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