It's time for a confession. Some years our Christmas tree doesn't go up. We may have to travel to see family straight after working all the way up to the holidays so, as no one is going to visit, it stays in its box in the garage. Maybe I'm getting older and sentimental, or maybe …
The lost art of reminiscing.
We went to a slide show. Not your 1970s type where those 'celluloid in a plastic frame' images were projected on a wall. It was a modern 'stick the flash drive thing' into that monitor in the lounge room that also has a television tuner in it. With wine in hand, we watched a friend's trip …
