Today I celebrated the 28th anniversary of my first day with Reuters.

I dug out my very first press card -- I look like a child.

I read a lovely paragraph on a New York Times blog by Judith Warner.

Here's the paragraph that grabbed me:

"It's inevitable, in the forward march of our lives that whole worlds we have loved will be left behind. It's one of the shocks of middle age: your present tense becomes the past. But did the present always seem so inexorably to pass one by? Was there a way, in the past, to slow time down and resist the maddening speed of keeping up and getting by?"