Introduction If all the pictures and images of your life were contained in a shoe box and it spilled out on to the floor as you were reaching for something in the closet, as you put the pictures away, you might look and remember. These memories are alive in my mind as I remember them. One memory triggers other forgotten memories; sometimes it is just a random thought or a whim. If it is a joke no time and place appear. If it is fiction no location will appear. Still at other times I will violate these rules.