Twenty years is a long time. Two decades is two generations of wolves, deer and bear, and five generations of squirrel, and usually one whole generations of humans. My last twenty years has been eventful.
I haven't written in a while, and this blog is dusty and the corners have thick spiderwebs. I'm going to take a stab at memoir, though, and this venue is as good as any other. So here are some of my regrets and regretful lessons.
