My favorite musical of all time is Les Miserables. When I was in college I had it memorized, seeing as how I listened to my sound track I got one year for Christmas until my walkman batteries died. At one point Javert, the mean guy, is remembering Jean Valjean, the hero, and sings "...a memory stirs..." in one part of his soliloquy. So that's where I got the title. I told you people I can't write.
The point is, a couple of weeks after I started this blog I remembered something funny. And ironic. When my mother and sister and I would go on road trips (mostly to see my uncle and his family) Momma would have the '70's version of the cell phone in the station wagon...the CB radio. Does anybody know what "CB" stands for? I don't either, but that's beside the point. If you have any experience with CBs, you know you have to have a "handle." It gave you an identity without telling the entire world who you really were...like a sign on name.
This is where it gets ironic. Momma's handle was Madame Butterfly. Carlyn and I were so original that we came up with Caterpillar 1 (Carlyn) and Caterpillar 2 (me). Pretty ironic, huh? Gooby, but ironic.
And I pinky swear that I didn't remember this until after my blog was up and going. I also pinky swear that I didn't find this picture until a few days ago, so it wasn't inspiration, either.
My sister is so gonna kill me...