My step father went into the memory unit of a private nursing home last year. He was 79 years old. Ron went to MIT in the early 70s. While he was living his best dark rimmed glasses slide rule wielding engineering life, hippie culture was at its height.

I went far away to college when I was 17. After two academic quarters the school punitively told me to take a break thanks to my terrible grades.

“Do you want to come interview for a job in Hawai’i?"
“Maybe. Do you have a job description I can read?"
“Yes. Your resume.”

In 2005 I learned the secret location of Norm Abram’s New Yankee Workshop. On August 30th that year I snuck onto the property and took hastily and poorly composed photos of the workshop’s iconic sliding door.

Anemoia is feeling nostalgia for something you never experienced. What about the regret of being in time and a place you were but did not know it well enough to fully experience?

How do I know how close the small black dog came to getting crushed by a sedan’s tire? Because I was nearly hit too chasing it across the street.