This Wells Fargo advertisement from an old magazine was what started him on his quest. At least that’s what he used to tell the others around here. Spotting that image of the rather generic man with windblown hair was for him an epiphany — a rallying cry to acquire and utilize money to, as the caption in the ad says, “create memories”.
Turning the page in that very periodical, on that fateful day, proclaimed to him that it was his to pursue Intensity — and he would focus it on exploits, sensing that only there would be born the greatest ultimate recollections.
He translated the slogan into a plan. Possessions would be inconsequential, mere jumping off points for experiences that would endure in the mind. The desire for any physical item was strictly relegated to its value in the vaults of Memory.
He became noted for getting involved in high-maintenance personal relationships — consider the notorious threesome with the film director from Finland and a ballerina from Italy. His numerous exotic employment positions included working with a team in Switzerland doing lift and gondola rescues. He was also a wigmaker for an outfit doing historical battle reenactments.
He became a noted flâneur, his distinctive gait along city streets was recognizable from a block away. His attire was being always fashionably charming, yet never short of extravagantly daring. Valuing as he did lasting impressions, he wanted also to be memorable to others. Always dining in the most renowned emporiums, he indulged his taste buds with culinary encounters unforgettable.
Pedestrian meant forgetful, which in turn meant to be avoided. He took up various sports and activities for personal challenge, becoming somewhat proficient at tennis and ice skating. His eye for geometry was often praised at pool tables.
His memory coffers were always brimming with sparkling adventures, blistering experiences and vast archives of intellectual trinkets.
Until about a month ago he was still able to identify an individual here and there among these photos. I listened as the stories about his life grew ever shorter, increasingly untethered from reality; quixotic. He still occasionally, silently, points to that bank ad.
Fifth of thirty-one stories — 500 words or less, written one-per-day during December 2018 — The Hunt & Peck Parables PatchWord Quilt™©.
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