Today I dipped into an album br from my memory store br as a place that seemed familiar br triggered off the memories. br The years then rolled back br and I was there again br some forty years ago. br Faces flickered passed br gone now but never forgotten. br The good and bad times br rolled by in unison. br For a few moments br while that album was open br it held a mystic I’d never known br and left me wondering br where were the faces I knew then, br and where were they now.