I hang out mostly with my peers.  This is not my preference.  It just happens.

Lately, I’ve noticed that most of our conversations are about the past.  At our age, looking forward is less interesting (and scarier) than looking back.

The other day, Peter and I were talking about the best and worst decisions that we have made over our fifty-six years together.

Best Decisions                                         

Marrying each other                                  

Having two children                                 

Having careers in education                       

Moving back to Cambridge to be with our friends           

Worst Decisions

 Not marrying each other sooner

 Stopping at two children

 Not taking a family sabbatical year abroad

 Leaving life-long friends to move closer to children

We’ve had a great run.