When I retired, one of the first things I did was to scan digital copies of all our old transparency slides. From time to time, the wife and I look through them to remind ourselves that we were indeed, a cute couple back in College. Seems we never copy them to a stick and plug them into the 58” TV sitting up in the living room to look at. For some odd reason, we always just find ourselves seated in front of the little computer screen to watch them.
Between trips to the washer/dryer as she passes the computer room, she’ll ask “Do you have the one where all my residence mates were posing outside the door ?” Or maybe she’ll ask “Where’s the one you took from the balcony of our old apartment during the River Festival ?”
Once the walk down memory lane starts, you don’t wanna stop until all the pictures are reviewed, all the memories are refreshed, all the Awws, the Hmms, and the Huh!’s are shared. Until you re-affirm with each other that, “WE” was the best thing that ever have happened to “US”.
After marriage we lived in an apartment for a few years. Our elderly neighbours referred to us as “the newlyweds in apt 211” and I often got knowing smiles as I rode the elevator down to the lobby in the mornings (mostly from the old girls … ewww !).
But I wonder what they’d have made of this guy’s claim :