REFLECTIONS
Our Last Fifteen Summers
As I count the passing seasons, I wonder how many I have left
“Don’t let the fear of the time it will take to accomplish something stand in the way of your doing it. The time will pass anyway; we might just as well put that passing time to the best possible use.”
— Earl Nightingale / Author
I met my wife twenty-nine years ago in Vancouver, Canada.
I recently returned to Vancouver and stayed downtown in a hotel. I sought a lunch place and came upon the restaurant where I had my first date with my wife, Jo, at the Yaletown Brewing Company. I had invited her to our big company event for the launch of a new video game. We had an extraordinarily fun time which culminated in our life together.
I sat at a table near a window, ordered, and enjoyed the people strolling by on the streets. As I enjoyed the sun coming through the window, I had an overwhelming sense of nostalgia and noticed the table where I had sat with Jo many years earlier at the party. I recalled us laughing and being affectionate. I was thirty and she was twenty-six. We were young. Time was of little consequence.
The waitress asked me where I was from and why I was in town. I shared that I had met my wife in the restaurant…
