When I look at pictures of myself from back then, it's "what was I thinking...?" But although Veronica is no longer the sweet young slightly zaftig 18 year-old pictured (at fifty she's now lean as a greyhound and a bit weathered), I know this only intellectually; when I look upon her now my gaze goes through the lens of memory and undergraduate passion, and I presume that something like the same process obtains on the other side.

cordially,