My father and stepmother dropped in on then-suburban Walnut Creek CA (then a sleepy bedroom community; today an edgy and upscale 'edge city") where I was the houseguest of college sweetheart V's family (they liked me then; liked me less the following year after a classmate's mother took it upon herself to inform them, having gained this information after waterboarding her own child—long story—that I'd been bonking their daughter throughout). Anyway, I'm presently older by several years than anyone in this picture, and the only person on the scene that day still doing business this side of the grass. It is odd to think that the actual memory of that event, formerly shared by six, now resides entirely within the precincts of my skull, in which confines it will presently perish.
transiently,
transiently,