This is a little weird, although I’m sure it’s happened to other people before. I’m not sure I can explain it, but I’ll try. So remember the other day I was explaining how it seems I don’t allow myself to get out much? The other day I did finally manage to spend a few minutes wandering around a sculpture installation downtown. Took a couple of pictures, might show ‘em to you sometime. But the thing that caught my attention wasn’t the sculptures.
The clock tower is a piece of local history. There’s a picture of it nearby, that’s it on the right. Looks pretty historic, right? But here’s the thing–I remember that building quite clearly. Apparently I am old enough to remember history. And somehow I find that just a little bit disturbing.