Involuntaries

Walking this morning, circa 6:45, heading east into the sun: I’m back in grad school, walking from the Port Authority to the Pan Am Building (now the MetLife Building). I was working a summer job as a legal proofreader. My hours were 7:00 to 3:00.

Removing, or attempting to remove, a sweaty T-shirt: I’m back in high-school gym class. Ugh.

Writing a note to a granddaughter, using my very best printing: I’m back in first grade, admiring the teacher’s perfect letters written in soft chalk on a real slate blackboard.

Related reading
In a memory kitchen : Proust: involuntary memory, foolish things : Involuntary bicycle : Involuntary memory in Mayberry : “You’re gonna be late for bowling” : Roland Barthes and involuntary memory : Involuntary Brooklyn : Slot cars : Jean Stafford and involuntary memory : Vladimir Nabokov and involuntary memory