I can recall several times when something occurred that altered the course of my life forever. Times when I experienced an epiphany, in the James Joycean sense.
I experienced an epiphany, in the James Joycean sense.
Two were when I was quite young. I have few discrete memories of these events, which weren’t so much singular events as they were manifestation of the ways that I was raised and educated.
Another involved Maria, a subject that I have covered somewhat ad nauseum:
There was the accidental meeting that led to a lifelong friendship:
And most of all, there was Gina:
A hyper-annuated wannabee scientist with a lovely wife and a mountain biking problem.