Honey, You're History

Vivid and Restless Reader!

Four weeks ago, the smartest team of attorneys in America dealt such a blow to a snorting and farting walrus, that he will not soon recover.

Hence, Yours Truly is mustering notes from that trial— along with matchbooks, photos, takeout menus, buttons that fell off and I never sewed back on, room cards, security badges, nail files clipped to legal pads, paper plates I wrote phone numbers on, a bottle of Chartreuse, newspaper clippings, post-its, to do lists, etc., etc., etc., cuz I absolutely know that every moment of that trail is going away, disappearing, evaporating. Which brings me to you.

You, my beauteous friend, are also history.

Everything that happened to you in the last eleven minutes is OVER. Done. Gone. So how are you memorializing your existence? For instance, in what kind of containers are you storing the irrefutable EVIDENCE that you’ve enjoyed more than your share of wild moments on this planet?

So, let’s talk about preservation.

1. Do you even note…