Old standbys are like people. You go back to them thinking you will retrieve the past but they have aged too. Have you ever seen someone who looks vaguely familiar? You can’t place them until the face emerges from the flesh. The next time you recognize Tom or Julie right away. The preconception established in memory trumps the realities of the present. You are back there. It’s not the Proustian Madeleine with its mesmerizing smell rather a blast from the past.
read "Luggage Tags" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star
and read "The El" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star
and also read "Punk" by Francis Levy, Vol.1 Brooklyn