I could lay out the chronological bones of my life here, but I won't. I would get too literal and probably begin way before my beginning (1935), include everything, and proceed a la Proust through the years with the speed of geological time. Instead, I'll offer a few isolated anecdotes and snippets offered up by Memory, that wonderful fishing line with which we troll the past, catching and feeding upon the events that are insistent or foolish enough to be caught.