Ah! Baby Hullaballoo (sigh ... coo)
Things you once did (like that drawing you made in 2nd grade of your beloved dog), tinged with time, take on a preciousness because of sentiment, (whereas as a much matured third grader you were morbidly embarrased when the drawing came out to show family friends over dinner). I hope that day will come for me, looking back on our first issue. But now, though still young, we are wizened and things just keep on keepin' on here at the Clubhouse.