1977...1987...1991...2007

I've got a lot of strong memories of these years from Junes and summers past. Even this very day. Thirty years. Twenty years. Sixteen years. Today. Incredibly pivotal years, all of them. Just happened to pick up one of my fave pics...from the "block party of '77" (though it COULD be 1978, i'm not totally sure, but who cares)...and the youngest one in the picture -- my cousin, just months old -- is getting married today in South Carolina. My parents are down there for the affair. Crazy, all of it. Absolutely crazy. I can't even get started with 1987 and 1991...endless painfully-detailed memories. I don't know, is my obsession with time's passage obvious?