Unbelievably, the first half of 2021 is gone. I was running a half marathon in March and remarked to the doctor who was running with me that just a year before I had been flat on my back with COVID, considering whether to change my living will to allow a ventilator.
I ventured over to the State Library the other day to do some legislative history. As I entered the reading room I felt like Proust eating the madeleine in “A La Recherche du Temps Perdu”; the memory of times past, battles won and lost, friends gone flooding over me. I’ve now passed the mandatory retirement age for judges and understand the wisdom attendant upon forced passing of the baton. While I remembered the 1986 legislative debate I was researching like it happened last week, I would be hard-pressed to tell you what I had for dinner last night.