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The Reminder is making its archives back to 2003 available on our website. Please note that, due to technical limitations, archive articles are presented without the usual formatting.

The Reminder is making its archives back to 2003 available on our website. Please note that, due to technical limitations, archive articles are presented without the usual formatting.

Dear Editor, This is the year 2004 and sometimes I sit back and wonder about people in this day and age. Not too long ago I invited people into my home. Only to have these people leave with a box of items that pertain to my personal memories. And I sit here and wonder why? These memories were of people in my life who are now passed away, so I have no way of getting these personal items back. These memories only mean something to me. I was told this happened because of my stupidity. Which part? Trusting them? Or inviting them into my home? You see on the news or in the movies where looting occurs because of some tragedy. Because of this incident, I am forever looking over my shoulder. What this boils down to, it is pretty bad when you have to take someone else's memories. Instead of making your own. Ð Bewildered