Remembering Rome at Eighteen, Sixty Years Ago

18 in Rome, Italy, 60 years ago. Seems like yesterday. One night we slipped into the Coliseum with some brews. Then like a firefly on a warm summer night, 60 years have passed!

Strange, I can remember most of the past in detail, but I have a hard time remembering what had to eat yesterday, other than, as always, it was nutritious and delicious, thanks to my beloved wife!

Black-and-white photo of a young man in a dark suit and tie standing before a lit fountain with bronze sculptures at night in Rome.