Bits of Memories[Living abroad]
Due to hurricane Iren and Labor day, the first class came far much later than any classes in this semester. Professor, responsible for this class, is a poppy at the age around 80. His family came to US from Italy a centry ago. I would like to say it is him who reminds me of Morrie in the book TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE by Mitch Albom.
Gray hair, wrinkles and wisdom are his initial image to me. I can still remember the night I with enthuciasm talked to my landlord about him. About how gorgeous he was in the first class; about how he celebrated his 5-year-old birthday in his crazy uncle's godamn castle in the period when the whole US were under great depression; about how he introduced himself from the very begining as a VP of his family enterprise; about how many times and how long he had been in various boards of trustees; about he was an alumni of St. Joes' and how he through the recommendation of Prof.George--a famous professor in our university and probably in the whole US-- returned to St. Joes' once again to deliver what has sedimentsed in almost his whole life.
'He is trying to recall the memory of his life before he dies.' Glenn, my landlord at the age of 50, said after all the stuff I told him; and at the next moment he started recalling his. As if recalling bits of memories, for guys standing in almost the last page of their lives or even just another half path of their life journeys, is like a yawn---emotionally infective.
Yeah, why not. After reading THE KERR CORPORATION, I felt that. He is just trying to make his last confession at last few pages of his life, recalling bits of memories, leaving traces, convincing himself that he once exist. Disclosing commercial secrets is no longer a big deal in such moment of his life. He is just trying to share his stories to everybody who pay the tickets.