A year ago:

I wondered why my brother was drawing the ire of Ouzounian.

Two years ago:

Some pictureless Pride impressions. Pretty standard stuff, really

Three years ago:

I thank my brother for all his hard work in the 70s-80s. Note my interesting take on marriages and revel in my swiftness of changing my opinion.

Four years ago (my whole month of June 2004 is trapped somewhere in my database, waiting to be mined, reorderd and republished):

I wonder about Dad and sharing the same doctor.