We are what we remember. We all have boxes of memories. We start collecting them early. They hold our hopes and fears. Our likes and dislikes. Our biases and sentiments. Our voting preferences. Our fallacies and our realities. Our view of the other and of all. My boxes are not nostalgia. In writing about them, I have relived them--from child days to mature years. The memories are put in historical and social context. FDR's 'chats'. Gerald Ford's pardon of a president. Rosa Parks' bus ride. Black Lives Matter. Ecumenical Religion. The future of Liberalism. Art and imagination as common. Literary productivity. My Poetry as my song. Aging gracefully. The 'Not Yet.'