A friend had mentioned that he saved his concert tickets, and the opera house's enormous scrap book last night has inspired me to share my latest memory book, which really only goes back about five years. It's full of tickets, maps, cards, letters, and more. And, as you can see, there is always something waiting to get into the memory book. This one is busting, nearly full. Hint: use a glue stick, wet glue makes the ink on the tickets run. There is a box, perhaps still, at home, with my brother, brimming with old tickets like BOWIE, letters, poems, cards, etcetera. I always destroyed any incriminating evidence, however, so that won't be found in my memory box. Never happened.
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Saturday, October 14, 2023
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