Valentine's Day is not far off and my thoughts are turning toward all things romantic – loves conquered and loves lost – all stored in the memory bank of time and available for withdrawing at a moments notice.

The nice thing about getting older is how the mind plays the little trick of exaggerating the good and forgetting the unpleasant in most cases. I mean Albert B. was never as exciting at the time as he seems to be now in the memory bank. And those that got dumped or rejected don't seem quite so bad in retrospect. As for Tony, he'll always be in the deficit column.

So I live in the present and run across these little reminders that recall the past – I mean real little things like a heart shaped piece of candy with a message on it – FOREVER YOURS. Really? So where are you now? It's still forever where I live.