-- the indian summer of our recorder recital
-- cold snap of our chemically diminished sex drive
-- 3-day weekend of our suburbia
-- Amsterdam
-- Mrs. Cunningham
-- Woodrow Wilson and the League of Nations (in my pants)
-- that time I kissed what’s-his-or-her-name
-- being named “most likely to do something or other…”
-- the first time I saw that body of, I think, water