It's a funny thing, memory. I just created a Face Book account after gentle prodding by a good friend. Before I knew it, nearly all my good friends from college had converged upon me in an ambush that I can only describe as, insane, amazing and wonderful.

In the rush and complication of day-to-day life we forget the broader scope and fail to remember the past: its bad times, the good and the softened-by-time. And after a long time out of contact, even the bad memories, though few, are sweet.