Note that we DIDN’T pick 2004, the year Lydia was born.
Possibly around the time I was writing about nostalgia, the Wife and I were talking about the favorite years in our lives.
I picked 1969, the year I turned 16, and my parents let me have a huge party. I had a girlfriend, I got elected president of the student government, which made me an irritant to the new principal, and I was figuring out who I was politically, especially compared to the transitional 1968. Music was great that year, too.
Then there was 1978, the year I worked at the Schenectady Arts Council, got a girlfriend, and finally stopped my nomadic existence.