It was a beautiful summer's evening and I was about to live out a dream I have had since I was 14. My family had tickets to The Globe Theater's performance of the "Scottish" play. We sat in the galleries as the sun set on London and the Bard's tale unfolded to a packed attentive house...as it has for centuries. Afterward, we walked along the Thames south bank to our hotel...discussing the performance, the wisdom of the age-old play and just living in, and savouring the few moments. It was one of the sparse high points of my life. I had to live over 50 years to get there. But it happened.
Only a week before that evening, I was standing in John Lennon's boyhood home in Liverpool. Was there no end to this joy?
We came home and went back to work. Life's like that.
Then you have the kosher "few moments":