Over the holidays we went through old photo albums to send them off to be scanned. Looking at old photos puts you in a funny, dreamy, kind of sad mood. This is an average picture I pulled out of hundreds. It was taken in 1992, 18 years ago, when I was 39. Now I'm 57. It's too easy to say, "Where does the time go?" Instead, I try to tell myself, "You had that time -- and now you have this time. Live it fully. Don't spend a lot of time looking back." But a little edge of sadness remains as I wonder what it all means.
