As sentimental a soul as I am, I still tend to throw out just about everything. My parents are not like this, and they recently sent me a box full of cards, letters, and other memorabilia from my life. Below is a letter I sent to them over 30 years ago, and I wanted to highlight that, as much as the world has changed, Tim is as constant as the Northern Star.
Green: My desire to enumerate everything in my life is unchanged.
Yellow: I’ve never really cared about clothes.
Cyan: I have a bizarre sense of humor.
Magenta: My Steve Jobs fetish is ancient.
It’s amusing to me how I sounded as a teenager. What a twerp.
