Rick Seaholm

I’m a reflective person, who frequently thinks about dates and milestones. I have a friend who regularly counts down to every future event on his calendar. 30 days till vacation, 100 days till the next Olympics, etc. I work in the other direction. Past dates tend to stick in my brain, and I remember with as much accuracy as a birthday or anniversary those dates which have become as defining. Today is March 27, and fifteen years ago this evening I learned that I didn’t want to be alone anymore.