SIXTEEN IN PARIS

              SIXTEEN IN PARIS


      I'm afraid of my memories, my past but not my future.  I wonder why that is.  I'm reading Patrick Modiano, winner of Nobel Prize in literature 2014.  He's 3 years older than me, but we could be the same age.  I just read Chien du Printemps.  The translator changed the name to Afterimage.  I prefer Dog of Spring.  It's about memories in Paris - no, not of, in.  Memories of Time and Place and People.  He was 19 in 1964, I was 16, in Paris.  I remembered the time and places and people he was with.  I knew them well.  I wasn't in Paris in 1964 but I knew them well, and the streets and the places.  Memory is an eerie thing.
Why am I so afraid of my memories.  It's not fear I guess.  Heart-ache.  Nostalgia for memories that could have been.  Maybe my memories of the past will be
better in the future.  Maybe I'll remember 1964 in Paris differently.