I turn 70 tomorrow, 14 September. Same day Emperor Augustus died. I've been in a reflective mood (easier than editing) and was struck by a unique aspect of my generation and younger ones, specifically how accessible is our own past. The generation before me had fragments. They had fading photographs. Newspapers and magazines that they held onto--to do more would require a visit to a library or some public office. They could watch old movies, listen to old records. For my generation there is an avalanche of documentaries, concerning darn near every aspect of life from the 1950s down to today. The entire soundtrack of our lives is at our fingertips. We don't have to wait for an old movie to come to a local theater, we can stream it on demand. In short, we can do more than just revisit our past, we can explore facets that we missed the first time round. I've learned far more about the rock bands of my youth than I ever knew at the time. And it's more than just a recollection of the past. It's visceral. It's sights and sounds. No earlier generation had this. For most of humanity, the past was a set of legends and family stories, often recounted only on certain events. It feels strange to think what it must have been like, to have so much of one's life slip downstream like a river, where the details of the past are a thin echo. With VR and AR and AI, and acronyms yet to be invented, this trend can only continue. I'm not sure what all this signifies. I'm just strumming a chord.