Old papers, letters, notebooks, clippings, accumulate over time. One stumbles onto occasional reminders of the past he has lived. I came across a "Li'l Fat Notebook," 4 x 5.5., in which I had scribbled numerous things several years ago. There are recorded therein a number of chess games I played with friend Marvin long ago. And near the back, I found this little nostalgic piece. This was written eleven years ago. So this is today's layer of nostalgia painted atop nostalgia of yesteryear.
*Third page, fifth line, "reminiscences."
^Third page, last line. I've not "done it again," though I talked with three or four of the people within the past week.