I remember when MySpace came out. It did do something pretty incredible - which was unite people around the world with common interests and common tastes.

The thing I remember most about having a tantrum is not the rage during the tantrum, but the being freaked out afterwards, and embarrassed, and guilty. It's scary to lose control of yourself.

It is impossible for capitalists and laborers to have common interests.

I remember when I wanted every pitch to be a strike.

I remember when the idea of living to be 40 seemed absurd.

As a seven-year-old, I remember when Etan Patz disappeared and was immortalized as the first missing-child face on a milk carton.