By Paul Greenberg"The most vivid memories aren't those carved in stone but the ones etched into the mind. Memory deepens with the years, the way a river carves through rock, slowly revealing new layers, creating canyons. Sometimes the current runs deep, and memory overflows. Maybe on an anniversary, or when you hear a certain song, or for no discernible reason at all. And it all comes back.
On this Memorial Day, I think of the old lady in black. She was a fixture of my childhood in Shreveport, never speaking, but always there in one of the little shops up the street just a few doors from our own."
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