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From fifty-eight years to one month old–in two hours
I flew from Portland to Hollywood yesterday to see my (one and only) granddaughter for the first time. The plane trip took two hours. Along the way I lost a lot of years. All the way down to Evelyn's age--one month. Maybe not in rock solid reality, since I'm still able to put up a blog post on an unfamiliar computer, and Evelyn doesn't do much but sleep, cry, poop, pee, eat, and look around in an unfocused fashion. Still, we've got a lot in common. Don't you see the resemblance? This grandfather can. In his "the circle of life…
