Brings to mind another John Prine song

...regarding an image from back in the day...

Mary Lois commented that the photo which I estimated to have been taken in July, 1998 could have been made in any year, albeit between hurricanes.

All of these things are true, but there is another truth as well....

Memories can't be bought.
They can't be won at carnivals for free

Souvenirs
© John Prine & Steve Goodman

All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs

Chorus:
Memories they can't be boughten
They can't be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me

Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That's why last night and this mornin'
Always look the same to me

I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs

(Repeat chorus)