Way Back When

Don was coming out of the Massachusetts Avenue apartment he shared with his brother when we pulled into the driveway.  He was carrying in both arms a large cardboard carton filled with some kind of stuff.  When he saw us, he smiled and  immediately lifted his arm to wave, letting the carton fall to the ground, where its contents spilled all over the driveway.  I thought he had a great sense of humor.    "Ain't it funny how time slips away?"