Something about the first Sunday of summer is triggering a retrospective vibe for me. Awoke at 4:30am and started editing poems, and then pivoted to Rosslyn Redux. I'm gobsmacked that we first waded into that adventure a dozen years ago. Twelve years! Is it possible? Where did the years go? My mind drifts to Steinbeck's reflections on taking a trip vs. a trip taking us. (Did you know that there's ...