Yet another year is about to pass by. It seems as though it was spring just last week.
Time marches on.
This year also marks an even bigger event, the passing of a century. I can distinctly remember a conversation with my father when I was 10 years old. According to my calculations I would be 34 and my father would be 62. For reasons that I now understand, dad did not want to keep discussing the subject of turning 62. Unfortunately, dad did not make it to the new millennium, but that rather humorous conversation stays fixated in my mind.