Every year at the end of June, Maggie has asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I have always told her that there was nothing I wanted for my birthday. When she insisted on an answer, I told her "world peace", but apparently that was not a satisfactory reply. Now that I am reaching the end of my fourth decade of life, I realized that there was something I do need and would like to have. I figure that I would like to start my fifth decade of life asking for a gift from each and every one of you. The gift of nostalgia. I would like stories from everybody that will be shared with everybody else, and I guess the world. I figure that a life worth living is a life worth sharing. Some people might consider this an odd time to already want to think about stories from "when I was young", but some of these stories may not be remembered for much longer, and I would like to have a record of it for posterity. Also, my recollection of events might differ
