This morning I took another largely symbolic step towards severing my past.
Here in town, my deceased wife both went to and my Mom taught at the same high school. My wife was younger than I and wasn't there at the same time. The school actually was built and opened in the early 1960's and my Mom began to "collect" the free yearbooks she received back in 1961. Between the three of us, I ended up with over a decade of highly saleable yearbooks.
I sold them all-except for 1967 when I graduated. Somehow it was a remaining tenuous thread to who I was.
Today, I put it up for sale too. Not a tear was shed.
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