Icarus was a figure in Greek Mythology.
Icarus made his wings out of bird feathers and wax. He kept flying higher and higher, despite his friend’s warning. Icarus got too close to the sun, the wax melted, the feathers scattered and Icarus fell to his death.
I have no idea why this character suddenly appeared in my mind. I hadn’t studied Greek Mythology since I was a freshman in high school and that was in 1959.
I spend my days trying to remember things that are important to me, but I end up writing them down on paper. Icarus, I remember. How does that happen that way?
