This year on Russ’s naming day, a morning snowstorm transformed my SA4QE plans. My yellow paper was left at a local mall - very busy today with White Rockers (my neighbors here in White Rock, BC) hastily doing their shopping before the snow gets any deeper. I did the same - and taped Russ’s words to a semi-sheltered mail box. Best regards to my fellow SA4QE conspirators from the west coast of Canada!
Time's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing... Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions.