As a kid, coming back from the Church of the Redeemer on Sundays, I used to look at the old Broadway’s barred windows and package liquor door and think, “Wow. That’s one of those scary places for scary people.” Years later, Little J once met us there by riding his unicycle from Gillespie Park. Things change.
The Broadway: old and new.
In fact I’m pretty sure it was Little J—inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind—who described something scientific he’d read about memories: that they’re not just filed away in one place in the mind; that every time you remember something, you season it with whatever’s going on now and file it away in a new place. Even the act of remembering something creates a whole new memory.