tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29487945.post3948021884813239755..comments2023-05-30T11:54:54.899-04:00Comments on Misplaced in the Midwest: Misplacedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320113457252429472noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29487945.post-82781919816899529542007-09-10T13:30:00.000-04:002007-09-10T13:30:00.000-04:00I’ve never read Proust, but I had my own “Remembra...I’ve never read Proust, but I had my own “Remembrance” moment once. I was eating a Kit Kat, not a madeleine (because the French eat those), but really, as soon as I tasted it I saw my 6-year-old self sitting on a bench during my grade school recess, enjoying the chocolate and psyching myself into playing four-square. Not exactly 16-volumes’ worth of reminiscences there, but it was a pretty vivid experience.<BR/><BR/>Now, whenever I eat a Kit Kat, I see myself at 21, eating one as I stand outside that convenience store in Ann Arbor where I had my first Proust moment. So I have this remembrance of having a remembrance. <BR/><BR/>Yes, I’m lame.LDPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11533079849109513955noreply@blogger.com