Looking at a few images that social media thought I might enjoy reminiscing, I am both encouraged and also wistful. Images of Dexter (not much changed in half a decade), and of Comet, quite a bit more youthful than the grey-muzzled fellow at my feet today. And images, of a middle-aged man looking more vigorous than the older man I see in my mirror today. When I see young fathers on the swings with their pre-school children or driving with their primary-school aged daughter in a two-cylinder-powered, “go-cart”, or a grandfather walking his grandson home from the K -12 school on the next block, I smile. Two years ago, five, or a forty-three-year-old memory I shared over lunch with my wife about Liberty Station, the former Naval Training Center in San Diego, memories make time seem less fleeting.