Which Reminds Me

Yes, sometimes I wonder how my life might have been different, so much better, if I had actually attended that summer journalism camp in Washington, D.C., to which I had been accepted. But I didn't go because, I don't know, it seemed too expensive or complicated to get there or something. I might have needed to quit my job to be there for, how long, maybe six weeks, and then what? But it is too late now to beat on that point more than twenty years late. Coulda shoulda woulda. If only. Hmmm...