I think sometimes it is OK to indulge for a moment in nostalgia — that which once was, which we miss, and which we’ll never see again. Whether that be my Claremont cockroach days, my time at the First Unitarian Church in Oklahoma City, or at All Saints’ Episcopal Palo Alto when Margaret was rector and Clayton was associate, it’s nice to look back. It’s certainly not healthy to live there, but reflecting on those bygone days is good from time to time. And what better song that represents that than the Finale to Camelot.

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