Ah...

I have stories to tell...and hope to have the memories of them for quite some time to come.

When I have more time, I'll need to share the stories my grandfather did, of his first "job" at 8, and of his caddying for 25 cents a round...and how he preferred to caddy for the ladies....and of my stepgrandfather, regaling us with stories of his wife breaking her foot in a frisky christening of one of their new homes...

But I've shared to much merlot this evening, and have to be up for breakfast in the morning...so those tales will have to wait.

But somebody needs to tell me how you can break yourself of the crystalline magic of a moment to do something as unemotional and studied as remember to start a recorder as those stories unfold....