Time and space are both illusions. I think Einstein said that. Nonetheless, it seems that I am always in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was in Atlanta in '74 when Nixon resigned and I heard later that all of the action was in Cleveland. I took a knife to a gunfight in Missouri in '84 and forget to raise my hands and shout "don't shoot!" Thank goodness the wound was only superficial. The Titanic sails at dawn. At least I am not booked on that one. I missed Woodstock in '69 but having been in NYC afterwards I would have made if I had only known what an iconic event it would come to be.