Today is not only my 18th wedding anniversary but also the 40th anniversary of the first moon walk. Forty years ago I was 4 years old, entirely unaware that this would be my wedding day in a couple of decades. And I have no memory of the moon walk either, though my parents say that I watched it on television with them.

Why do these accidental synchonicities seem so compelling? On October 7, 1976, my 12th birthday, Gary Gilmore was sentenced to death. That also continues to bother me, for no real discernible reason.

Off to read Beloit poems. Have a lovely hot day.