I have very few pictures from my past. I save few mementos, at least not in an organized fashion. I have boxes of junk that I’ve pulled out of desk drawers when I’ve moved in the past, but only because I haven’t gotten around to discarding the 99 percent of it that’s junk.
When I talk to others about their past, they frequently pull out photo albums or scrapbooks. I have very little like that to show. If you want to travel through my past, my bookshelves are the place to start.
I spent an hour Monday night idly looking through my books. I wasn’t looking for something to read. I wasn’t even opening them. But spending time looking through books I haven’t read in years — just touching them and reading the titles — is a bit like time travel. Even if I never read a book again, it seems to carry a bit of me in it — whatever I was like when I experienced the book the first time.
This German history book takes me back to when I was a 19-year-old sophomore at the University of Alabama. I was taking a class covering the development of modern Germany starting in the 19th century and looking at how Hitler eventually came to power. Each Monday afternoon, I spent three hours listening to Dr. David McElroy lecture in a dry but informative voice on the third floor of ten Hoor Hall. (We shared more than our names. Oddly, Dr. McElroy and I also drove identical cars.)

Collectivists think they’re doing us favors as they force herd to follow
Anonymous attacker hit me hard, but I can’t let coward change me
National LP official: ‘It’s gotta be Romney, there is no choice’
I wasn’t allowed to express need, so I’ve spent life traveling alone
Insane incentives create insane results as kids are paid to attend classes
Student scolded for saving a life; School doesn’t ‘condone heroics’
Love & Hope — Episode 3:
Nine years ago, he asked her, ‘Will you take a chance on me?’
My future plans are solid, but intuition says prepare for change