That's exactly what occurred to me as I read the story. I graduated from college 20 years ago, and a few years back I drove through the old neighborhoods there

That's exactly what occurred to me as I read the story. I graduated from college 20 years ago, and a few years back I drove through the old neighborhoods there and something just blasted me in the gut, or heart, or something. A flood of memories of friends and lovers and struggles and parties and fun and hurt and everything. What is that? Is it a realization of time passed, or opportunities missed, never to be available to us again? I can't imagine what it would be life after 80 years or so, and knowing that the door of life is closing quickly. Wow. Didn't mean to wax sentimental but I do love these ideas.