1971 draws a blank for the moment.
In 1967, I had a roommate who matriculated. She was finished with her studies a year ahead of me.
It’s a little game, silly, really, that I like to try. The universe hands me a date and I connect it to a memory.
The idea is not just to stay sharp but also to keep the timeline of my personal history fresh.
The latter has a way of slipping as time passes. It comes in handy, keeping a grip on who I am.
All The Best 