September 7, 2007
My dusty ancient portfolio...
Here we have it... a little walk down memory lane. My dusty ancient portfolio.
Ah, if only it could talk, it would tell tales about the places it's been! All those subway rides around Manhattan... the elevator whisking it up to the 14th floor. The nervous butterflies as the receptionist invited my dusty old portfolio to please have a seat and wait.
The hopes that soared... the hopes that were dashed. Memory can be so devilishly tricky. I still remember the store where I bought my dusty old portfolio... near Columbus Circle in Manhattan.
But now, the dusty ancient portfolio just sits forgotten beneath my desk... replaced by smaller and smaller portfolios. And all of those replaced mostly by my website. The pace of change is amazing. I'm sure portfolios have existed for centuries... up until the last 10 years.
Progress... or so I guess.