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The Living Years

There was a concert I attended way back in the day. The band performed many songs, and my friends and I enjoyed them all. But, being so long ago, my memory of that night pretty much stops there. Many evenings in our lives are destined to be recalled like this, I...

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The Living Years by Peter Boven

There was a concert I attended way back in the day.

The band performed many songs, and my friends and I enjoyed them all. But, being so long ago, my memory of that night pretty much stops there. Many evenings in our lives are destined to be recalled like this, I suppose. Maybe most evenings. If you ask me the details of any of the innumerable evenings in my life so far, I will most likely have to answer in generalities. An evening with friends? —we ate pizza and watched the Toronto Maple Leafs play hockey. An evening with family? —we ate dinner and watched “The Walking Dead” or played cards. An evening alone? —I read a book. Did we genuinely enjoy those evenings?  —Yes. But we have lost the details. They live in no one’s memory.

 

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