Steven C. Dinero Local columnist

Steven C. Dinero

Local columnist

I often write in this space about the traces that we all leave as we travel through life. As recently as a couple of weeks ago I pointed out that we all hold onto little pieces of our own history: photos, holiday cards, and other mementos that we’ve picked up throughout our lives and then tuck away in some drawer or closet somewhere.

These “souvenirs” serve, in many ways, to mark our time here; placed together in just the right order, a historian might later be able to trace who someone was, where they went, and what they did. And yet, as I’ve pointed out, the motivations behind what we do are ours alone and few, except perhaps our closest friends and family members, can ever really know us as we lived – let alone, after we’ve passed.

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