Patterns from a Rooftop: Chapter 7
Closing the Bargain
There is more to a tale of travels than one should publish. There always is more than a prudent man dare tell. Recognition of youthful follies – and, one would hope, age-acquired better taste and respect for others – as much as admitted inadequacy as a tale-teller – guide decisions to parse stories.
When I started writing this series of seven chapters, collectively entitled Patterns from a Rooftop, I knew the storyline well enough. Nonetheless, despite many notes and many years of experience telling parts of the story to friends and family, I did not know how the written story would unfold. In the process of assembling and stitching together isolated incidents, I came to see themes and connections that I had not previously recognized. Emphasis and interpretation of events altered with every paragraph, with every chapter.
Sorting through and doctoring old photographs from the journey helped tremendously in this process of discovery. For years most of my photographs seemed hopelessly lost: dear objects wanting refurbishment that might never be shared with others. The evolution of technology, and my easy access to it, brought the lost lambs of my past home to shelter and intimacy – and to a fireproof repository of some stability. A closer look at the photographs from the perspective of my older years made me see what I had not fully seen or appreciated before.
I embarked on this journey for friendship more than adventure. I revisited it for myself and the closest companions left in life and those young family members I barely know. Marking the close is not the same as reaching the end.