Memories ... rot the corners of my mind

My brother David has gone nuts! He spends all of his time scanning pictures that he stole from my mother's house and is plastering them on Facebook.

I have not signed a letter of consent and am contemplating a lawsuit.

To my knowledge, Angi hasn't signed one either and I know for a fact she sure as hell is gonna explode when she sees the picture of her pageboy haircut, looking like a goof as she sits in a wagon between David and me.

My Mom got so irritated at (a) David's photographic kleptomania (b) the pictures he keeps posting we all hate (c) she's still mad he never made up his bed a single day of his life, and (d) the time he wrecked Dad's truck, didn't know what to do so he went home and went to sleep in his unmade bed. When they woke him up asking, "Where's the truck?" he claimed to have been in bed the whole time (in his case this is a very plausible defense) ... she called him.

"Stop putting bad pictures of me on Facebook," she scolded.

"They're precious memories," he replied.

I think Mom answered with mostly verbs followed by pronouns.

Honestly, I don't care if David posts them but stop tagging me. (I don't care if you tag Angi and he's got a lot of making up with Mom to do.) In fact, I actually like the one when Gene Prevatt and I got a group together at "Root Beer Drive In" for the only meeting of the Groves High School Greasers Appreciation Society." I look good in that one.

But ... I'm not big on the past. It was mostly great but it had terrible times too. My typical response is "Thank God that's over! What you wanna do now?"

The funny thing is we're always making memories. Some are great. Others are awful. Most are completely forgotten. I prefer to think about the next great memory and to make a mountain of them one at a time.

David likes to remember the past which is great too! It's why The Cracker Barrel exists.

But I find myself thinking about Costa Rica. We haven't been there yet. It'll make a great memory!

I'll send David pictures.

He can post them.