Yesterday I realized that it's been 50 years since I graduated from college. 50 years! Could I even have been alive 50 years ago? I am not a red wood tree, or an ancient tortoise. I'm the same person I was when I was twelve years old. So how could I be thinking about going to my 50th class reunion in April. I'm just a baby. To be precise, a war baby. One of those born just before the ending of World War II, a time and culture so different from today one wonders how we got here.