June 17, 2006
It was fascinating listening to Tristan talk about Tolmer Road the way I used to talk about Ashcliff. It was interesting too how I kept seeing the face of the little boy I used to pick up off the floor and whiz around the room as he giggled away on the face of the man sitting on the couch. If we think of time as a continuum then the experience of that time from different positions along that continuum is a curious phenomenon. Tristan is my sister’s son. We’ve met perhaps three times during the last 25-30 years, including today.