The other day a friend and I were talking about her upcoming trip to Greece.

I recalled her friend who had kindly housed me on a visit to Athens a few decades ago. She had fallen out of touch with him and was wondering if I still had his address. It was his family’s home and suspected he would be living there still.

Such began my search through a series of personal phone books that I’ve never had the heart to throw away. Turning the pages led me on a journey through my past. Names both familiar, and less so, of people appeared. Some I had not seen or thought of in years. Some I had only known briefly, perhaps just a day during one of my travels. Although most conjured a face and moments shared, others I could not recall at all.

It took a bit of effort, but I eventually located the address and phone number of her friend.

I do not know when I will be looking through these pages again, but a voyage through time awaits me when I do.