The Lost Roll of Film

A few months ago, I was going through some of Renee's things and found a roll of undeveloped 35mm film. I was excited about the possibility of seeing new images of her and I hoped the roll might even have photos from her trip to London, when we met for the first time. When I picked up the photos, I found that the roll did, in fact, have a few photos from London.

Here is Renee in front of Buckingham Palace. Clearly, the film was old and damaged. The trip was in 1998 not 1968.

The above photo was taken just a day or two after we met. She was visiting her friends Kristi and Brian Kubicki. Brian was a classmate of mine and I was regularly mooching off of the two newlyweds.

I had become addicted to Indian food, so it didn't take much convincing for me to join them at the cheapest Indian buffet in town. You can tell from the signs that the owner knew how to market to students and the homeless.

Predictably, I made a glutton of myself. I also remember being fascinated by this sweet and demure girl. She had the most beautiful eyes, big, brown and innocent. Most appealing of all, she didn't seem turned off by my eating habits.

More from the Lost Roll

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Hummingbird

by Jeff Tweedy His goal in life was to be an echo Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her She appears in his dreams But in his car and in his arms A dream can mean anything A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her But he never could Remember to remember me Standing still in your past Floating fast like a hummingbird His goal in life was to be an echo The type of sound that floats around and then back down Like a feather But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans No one could hear him Or anything So he slept on a mountain In a sleeping bag underneath the stars He would lie awake and count them And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way Would never let him Die alone Remember to remember me Standing still in your past Floating fast like a hummingbird Remember to remember me Standing still in your past Floating fast like a hummingbird A hummingbird A hummingbird