“I finally got Google Earth on my computer,” I told my wife.
“I need to do that,” she said.
“I found Bogotá. I zoomed in, and you can almost see our
apartment building across the street from the National University,” I said.
“Wow, that’s interesting,” she said.
“You know the professor of my online writing class, Anya,
suggested we make a map our lives and use it to help create chapters when we
write autobiographies.”
“A map of your life?” she said.
“Yeah, like a map of all the places we’ve lived. With Google
Earth I could fly over all the towns and states and even all the countries I
have visited. I bet the flight would trigger memories and help me write my
autobiography,” I said.
“Memories?” she said.
“Yeah, memories. Like when I was in grade school, or my trip
to Belize, my first trip to México and my life here in Colombia. I could use
Google to take me back in time.”
“David I don’t think you should use any of our personal life
if you write down your autobiography.”
“My life in Colombia will be a big part of the final chapter,
I bet,’ I said.
“Well, don’t use my name, is what I am telling you,” she
said.
“What name do you want me to use then?
“I don’t care but don’t use mine.” She said.
“I think you are an important part of my life,” I said. “And
will be the most interesting chapter in my autobiography.”
“Probably so,” she said, “but if you use my name, put down my
phone number too. I want all the other embéciles
to be able to call me.”
“Okay. I will.” I laughed. “I do believe that using Google
Earth is a good idea. I hadn’t known how I was going to follow the professor’s
advice about mapping my life, but with Google, I might be able to do it. I am
starting to formulate a plan. Her idea was a good one.”
“Don’t use my name,” she said. “I mean it.”
