In 1985 Steve and I attended the Rose Bowl game in Pasadena. It was a celebratory business weekend and we were each given a pewter mug hung on a leather strap to wear around our neck. The idea was that hands were free and drink was always at hand. One was set for the weekend with a personalized holder of drinks, preferably alcoholic ones. I suppose it saved on glasses. I have the two mugs here today, one for Steve and one for me. They are engraved with our names, so I don't feel good about giving them away. I'm not quite sure what to do with them. Perhaps I could use them as vases. They have a medieval look and that may be the idea that one cannot be far from a drink of ale or mead. They also have a sleek, modern look so I suppose they will go back on the shelf, though not as far back into the dust as before. For now, they sit here, reminders of the past. I wonder now if the past always seems more child-like, more innocent. Somehow, as I look back, I sense innocence in those days. I wonder how it will be to look back on now, the days of a movie like China Blue, days where we need to consider each purchase and where it comes from and its repercussions. Are these days innocent too? May your memories be gentle and frolic like seals in the bay. Our perceptions are ours to choose and maybe it is to hold them in a wider gaze, where the earth is a marble of green and blue.