I recently had lunch at an Irish sports bar/restaurant, and ate a delicious shepherd’s pie. When I paid the bill, the meal had been identified as ”Sheppard’s Pie” and suddenly it had negative connotations.

From the depths of my memory I had images of the Dr. Sam Sheppard murder trial in the 1950’s. Dr. Sheppard was convicted, then later acquitted, of the murder of his wife.

Then I thought of another grisly news story; Matthew Shepard was murdered in Laramie, Wyoming because he was gay.

The association between the murders and pie is really distasteful. I wish I hadn’t thought of it, but I did. It occurs to me now that all sorts of things can conjure up obscure memories. Smells are often associated with memories of cooking and family events. Sometimes a piece of music brings forth long-forgotten emotions.

It is odd that a misspelled word would remind me of two old news stories, and I wonder what else is going on in the recesses of my brain. At my age, there must be countless millions of memories hiding there, just waiting to be brought forth, like wallflowers at a dance.

Not that anyone is a wallflower at a dance any more…

That’s a whole different set of memories.


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