When we are young, we look forward to holidays with unbridled excitement because they are so full of possibility. But as we age, we turn our attention to the past, to memories of a life already spent. We wax poetic about ancient meals, and conversations with people no longer living. We remember the good times. But memory, like time itself, is a relative thing. Memory is a peculiar aspect of human existence. We constantly remember things that didn’t happen, forget the things that really...
