Chicago…the city where I misplaced my hat. Somewhere in the course of today’s activities, I managed to misplace my hat and sunglasses. As I see it, they could be any of three places. One, in the studio of the photographer I met with this morning. Two, at Calumet Photo. Three, here in the apartment. I’ve torn the apartment apart looking for them, so I’m thinking they’re not here. I called Calumet and they haven’t seen anything. I talked to the photographer a few minutes ago, but he wasn’t in his studio, so I’ll call back then. I’m thinking that they’re there. I took them off so he could snap a polaroid for me, and I don’t particularly remember having them at any point later than that in the day.
Nuts.
Right now I’m thinking about little things that were coming to an end during what is now the first half of my life. Little inconsequential things that I remember that my children will probably never know. Here’s a short list-
1. The satisfying mechanical *chunk-clink* you get when you turn the little handle on old-style parking meters.
2. The little, flat wooden “spoons” you used to eat the little ice cream cup at lunch in second grade.
3. The smell of fresh mimeographs.
4. Rotary telephones.
5. Typewriters.
6. Film strips instead of videos in class.
I’ll post more as they come to me. It seems like I’ve come up with about 30 in the last few days. Apparently I neglected to write many of them down, though. Oops…
