The lost years - does anybody really lose years? Like lost keys? The village always seems to correspond at least if you're one of the lucky ones. You may sense a little lost ground maybe by coincidence, a wrongly weighted memory or a reminder that what is, was, years ago not just yesterday. It's not a sign that big change is required maybe just that if the overdone part of is still is, years from now, take it full on and save the whine until its time (no apostrophe). Like Gwyneth suggested, timing is everything. If the days are measured by dishwater unloads, you might just be a red duck. Gather ye now. . . . . for the year has run its course. The creation hasn't finished yet so check with your local stations for where or when (& the Belmonts). All that fancy schmancy folderol, well, you know what they said about little green apples. There's another outtahere like Vladimir coming up real soon and this time we're really . . . does anybody really know what time . . . .?