Mountainous memory. Lloyd and I stopped at some thrift stores on Saturday. At one, I stopped in my tracks looking at a gigantic mountain landscape painting. I was absolutely sure it was the one that hung over the couch in my childhood home. Those mountains! How could it possibly be different?
It was driving me mad! What were the chances? Had that painting, which my parents no longer owned, followed me to Nebraska!
Thankfully, I have a Flickr account that has uploads of childhood photos, and I was able to fact-check it.
I was wrong. Different painting.