During a discussion with a college friend......my friend, who didn't remember "when/where" JFK was assassinated, asked me: 'What do you remember, Reed?"......I don't know where my keys, wallet or glasses 'are'...but I DO remember the look in Dr. Alexander Nelson De Armond Marchant's eyes, when he, standing behind a maple wood lectern, was handed a thrice-folded note, tears falling from his giant eyes, and he addressed our Freshman Class, who were seated in church pews......I was wearing a pink and black shirt and a pair of WWI Australian Army pants, a 10K onyx, diamond and gold ring from Bennett Bros. and a square Elgin watch with baton markers...when this event was "branded" into my memory.....For years, a hardened piece of pink double-bubble gum that stuck to the bottom of the 'left' suede shoe that I was wearing...reminded me of this tragic event....with every step......I finally scraped the hardened gum from the sole, with the first of many, many sharp pocket knives, to assuage my depressive memory...... It is better to make Art from memories, sometimes, than to act them out in 'Real Life"......oblivious to the source material for our behaviors.....objectifications never loose their 'hold'......
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