SOME YEARS AGO, I got to hold one artefact of my larger-than-life grandfather. It was his last wallet, complete with all sorts of items he would pull out and describe to me. As a young boy, I was easily impressed at the manner in which he could talk his way out of speeding violations. Grandpa always kept two driving licenses in his wallet because some of his infractions were siginificant enough to result in his license being pulled on the spot. There are stories behind each of the pieces of paper in his bulging wallet. I want to hear some of the back stories so I'm using old school letters to my aunt, hoping she might fill in some of the gaps. And the next time we're in the States, perhaps a long coffee with my uncle might restore a few other memories.
Instead of a wallet, I often sit on my Nokia E7. It has megapixel images, screenshots, video clips, bookmarks, newsfeeds, audio clips, pinpoints on maps, notes on personal contacts, calendar references, and applications. It would be interesting to see how a great grandson I've never met would build a narrative of me from those frozen frames.
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