It’s seductive. That box of photographs you’ve been meaning to sort through for the last decade and put into order, get them scanned. You only need to pick up one for the journey down memory lane to go full throttle. We (I say we), Joe figured out the scanner and we have begun the slow and painstaking process of scanning these gems to our little notebook (it’s not iMac), and then I email them to myself and I go from there. The magic is in the rush of intoxicating memories that flood and drown out any other thought for the next hour or so. Be prepared because sometimes they can trigger sadness as well as gladness.