How do I remember you? "Let me count the ways" like Elizabeth Browning. Well, I am not an invalid and no poet. We are too ordinary to boast "the depth and breadth and height", too cool to call up the "old grief" or "childhood faith". I remember you with your polite smile and I guess you are a shy boy underneath your outspoken professional exterior. I remember you with your brisk steps and I guess you went to gym every day. I remember you in my dream of shapeless and uncertain figures. I remember you in my mind when bored by routine and repetition. I remember you in my writing-- though bad and unsatisfactory writing they are-- of everything about you that's good and gratifying.