I remain suspicious of my memory. I know it plays tricks on me, which I don’t mind, but I’d like to know just how distorted it has all become. What was once contentious, now appears farcical. And what was once troubling, now appears amusing. That’s all good, and what’s even better is that what was once delightful is now even more so.
I did a little research, and it appears that it’s only natural to remember things more fondly. Knowing that, I am bothered ever more by people who are still holding on to a grudge, slight, or animosity from so long ago. The best advice in life is to let it go.
As 2016 comes to a close, my short term memory conjures up a year that rivals the past, and, in many ways, exceeds even the best of my memories. The kids are all doing great, our businesses get more fascinating and global ever year, my friends are as enjoyable as ever, and life in Naples is almost surreal. And as I pack to leave 85 and sunny for 25 and snowy, I’m definitely looking forward to it. I’ll see you at Giancarlo’s by my table next to the wood-fired pizza oven.
Yes, it is all – if to be believed – phantasmagorical. And it is.