A long, long time ago, in a lecture theatre far, far away, I was keeping a sketchbook of notes and doodles for a CCS 100 class, and at the end of the year as we prepared to part ways for horizons unknown a friend of mine asked if she could keep one of those doodles. I cut a piece the size of a business card out of the first page and she's kept it in her wallet ever since. We've talked occasionally in the years since she moved away, and that piece of paper with the face on it always comes up in conversation and makes me smile. Which is funny, because I can't even remember exactly what it looked like. It was a great connection to have, though, a token of that first year of art school. But she got in touch with me today and said with great lament that she'd lost the wallet. Replacing her debit card, she said, was no big deal, but the face is gone forever. Another piece of the past passed away. Such is life, I suppose.