Thank kew FRont Ranger, yeah, I would like to share that personal revelation.
I as getting in the shower the other morning and realized I now posessed memories of thisngs that happened more than 40 years ago. One of the earliest memories I have is of going to the first birthday party of a kid who parents ran the local recreation center. I remember standing up in a barrel backed kitchen chair, the light green colgolwall tile of the room, the wading pool pool of sand on the kitchen floor. I can rememory me mother and the other women there.
My mother had put a picture of it in my baby book, and wrote about it, including the date 14 August 1964. I was 1 year and 11 days old. In the fictional world it would snow on Brokeback Mountain in another 2 days. Then it hit me. I had to stop the shower and go get me notes.
You'l rememory my post about Jeb and Dash, the diary I went to see in Boulder back in April that had been kept by a gay man living in Washington, D.C. I checked my notes and "sure enough" the last time "Jeb Alexander" wrote in his diary was Saturday, 14 August 1964.
And I remember the day.
I had been looking for a sign, a connection to him all this time and had it right in front of me for months.