The memories have been strong this past week. They span the nineteen years Diane and I have been in this building, stretch across our entire legal careers and even back to a time when my father was a young man. Going through my old books, I sometimes would find faded writings or a long forgotten business card. Some of my books had been my father’s when he was studying law, and out would fall some note he had written, a passing thought, unimportant really, but unknown and unseen for six decades, and now a treasured relic. These tiny slices of time would emerge from their sojourn across the years, and, for just a moment, I would stand in my father's shoes, sharing his thoughts and that brief moment in time.

Closing these doors is becoming more difficult than I thought it would be. But while there is much to remember, there is even more to look forward to. When I am asked “When was the best time of your life?” I usually reply, “Right now!” I have felt that way a long time now. I try to keep the best memories of the past, live my life in the present, and always look forward to the future -- it has so much potential, even as we all time travel together, one day at a time.
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