Just Us
December, 1984
Thinking about life by breaking it into decades is probably the sign of a mind too perfectly attached to the fingers and toes, I know, but it's a natural impulse to want to mark certain moments as if a corner had been turned, because otherwise, life is just too damn continuous to be any fun. The only trouble is that decades don't seem to start in the zero years the way they're supposed to. What we call the Sixties didn't begin till its third or fourth year, and the same thing happened in the Sev...
