And that was it—just those two breathless weeks,
then years of mild regret and intermittent speculation.
Being happy is mostly like that. You don’t see it up close.
You recognize it later from the ache of memory.
And you can’t recapture it. You only get to choose
whether to remember or forget, whether to feel remorse
or nothing at all.
Dana Gioia from Being Happy
I share this birthdate with Michel de Montaigne, one of the most gifted of essayists.
As Garrison Keillor points out on his website The Writer’s Almanac, it was on this date that Watson and Crick discovered the structure of DNA.