Pomfret School. I was reminded of the place just last week…back when I was listening to those cassette tapes. Back when I was having the memories of good and the flashbacks of not-so-good times. Back when I decided that I would rather be “here” than “there”.
The truth of the matter is that I think of PS quite often, and it never actually sends me into a state of apoplexy. I think of it whenever I look at my business logo, which was designed by Nathalie. Everyday I look at the little metal sculpture that David gave me prior to leaving the school. The “(insert your full name) is” statements pop up regularly on Facebook, as do pictures of (insert your full name)’s present life…the Tobys and the Judys and the Erics and the Malcolms.
And as lovely fate…or balance…would have it, Jennifer sent a FB message. She was actually LOOKING for cassette tapes to play! In her collection of mixed tapes she found a silly gift from me, one in which I had read bed time stories. She said she appreciated hearing my voice and having the memory.
As did I. As do I.
P.S. I love you.