As I grow older, my sense of time becomes more distorted.
One day my brother and I were driving in the neighborhood of one of my past employers. I said, "Let's stop by the office and say hello." After a moment's reflection I realized something like 15 years had passed. Truly.
Recently, I decided to edit some of these posts from oldest to newer and publish them on Substack. A little voice inside said, no, come on, they've been read already. After a moment's reflection I realized that was more than 20 years ago. A whole generation has passed.
Well, if you are ever in the mood for black and white reruns, have at it.
