Isn’t it funny how sometimes just one thing I see can make my memories come back from more than fifteen year ago? A Ditch Witch. They are a fantastic piece of machinery for directional boring. But that does not have anything to do with this post. It’s the memories that go along with this that make me smile. Makes me smile for absolutely no reason except for the person associated with them. There are some memories that I have that I think about every day—the sound of his voice that I can still hear in my head, the fact that I could pick his hands out of a lineup, and the sound of a piece of heavy machinery. All these things I remember every single day—and have for more than 15 years. And then one day, there he is.
With the same voice, the same hands and the same love of big equipment. What do you say to someone you haven’t seen or spoken to in many, many, many years. I guess I said “hello”. Now, I’m not so sure. I can remember sounds, smells and feelings from more than 15 years ago, but I can’t remember what I said when the phone rang less than a week ago. But I do know I smiled.