something else

On time when we were kids we were driving across the dessert and came upon a wagon train, thirty or more pairs of horses and conestogas stretching into the distances.  When we drove up to them, parked, and inquired we learned that we had not in fact gone back in time, but instead were encountering a group of faithful Mormons re-enacting their past.  They took of their stetsons and invited us to join them with evangelical enthusiasm.

And for some reason this memory in particular makes me worry that everything I've ever experienced was in some way a re-enactment of something else.