The politics of time

This past weekend was a date that I tend to remember; it's one of those dates that means something to me, years after the fact and although I'm not falsely sentimental, I still smile and feel warm when I think about the past. Although my memory isn't as sharp as it used to be, I still remember that period, 22 years ago as if they were snapshots. Glimpses are worth their weight in emotional gold.