In October my husband and I had a most delightful and luxurious trip to Chicago. I had not been there since I was a college kid changing trains for the West in the autumn of 1960. During our stay this year we were given lovely introductions to both the Museum of Science and Industry and the Field Museum. I took many, many photographs, as I usually do, and when I downloaded them and identified them from my camera, I got them all a tad bit confused. Actually “tad bit confused” is quite an understatement.
These are the times in my life when I am not sure where I be nor who I are, much less know where it was that whoever I am was once upon a time, even when “once upon a time” was but last week … or even yesterday.