Two since we packed all the stuff and the kids and the cats and hit the road to come here. Didn’t get far as the transmission died in Moncton and I stayed in the Harry Potter room at Magnetic Hill. Eleven I got the gown and didn’t quite give the Queen an oath. Fourteen since a good pal died in a nasty car crash on his way home to the Prairies. Twenty soon since undergrad grad skipping the practice to have eggs on toast at the Ardmore Tea Room on Quinpool. I can still trace the arc of each of these days in my mind.