The Bee

My mind is full of stupid dates. Like October 6, 2005. On this day, a bee stung me outside some high school in Utah County. I don't remember what high school. Timp View? Lone Peak? Who knows. Who cares! So every October 6, I gleefully point out my bee sting scar to passersby (like my wife and inlaws, as they're passing by), and say, "NIGH UNTO 20 YEARS AGO, I RECEIVED THIS SCAR." And they all think I've lost it. No. They KNOW I've lost it. Good for them. The other thing that reminds me of my bee scar is listening to Rachmaninoff's Vespers (a beautiful choral work). Why? Because one of the pieces of music we sang for All State Choir 2005 was one of those pieces. And I was at that high school (Timp View? Lone Peak?) for All State Choir 2005. So Rachmaninoff and the bee attack are inseparably connected, in my mind, for all eternity.