Shucks, forty years ago today I was home on leave after Army basic training. Thirty-five years ago today I was at Ft. Carson, Colorado, after my National Guard unit had been activated. Thirty years ago I was awaiting and planning for my wedding in October. And so on. Yesterday I, ah, I....

No, I can remember yesterday. Really.

I think that it becomes a matter of priorities, specifically what is a priority for *you*. As you get older these priorities change, and you recognize that, for instance, going into the Coast Guard was a major, bigtime, event in your life (e.g., you left home, you were on your own). And you likewise recognize that other things, that you once thought were extrememly important, weren't. That is, to you in your life.

The important thing is to be able to find your trifocals.