i hear ya KOTW...half of the stories that you and joe tell are dark chasms in my head...i do have a theory about my lack of memory. first of all i just moved to many damn times and had to stuff more and more into my pea brain and i think i created a trickler file and the back end stuff just feel off as the new stuff arrived. nothing was 'constant' so i had no 'base' to make the 'different' events stand out over the routine, everything was different and that was my routine. (due to this self awareness i have made an effort to make sure Charles' does not have the same life i did and his roots and home are as constant as i can make it).
second of all i am a visual person. if i've seen it, i can pretty much recall it. (within reason of course and time being the most destructive force to my memory). i think if the film we shot had survived a pictorial history would have been my 'journal' and a lot more of the events would have stuck (or could be pulled out of me with viewing the pictures.....i mean i can see the 'mooch list' as clear as day...yellow, legal size paper, front and back, hand written....it was something i 'viewed' many times and can see it...as well as the inside of the landcruiser (except the ceiling decorations as previously described). i bet if i had the letters katie and i wrote to each other during that summer a lot of other memories would be jogged....they were like a journal, but those like most of the past that i buried or the bridges i buried are gone.....a regret that now lingers
ps: yes, recreating this trip 36 years later with only your memory is hard
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