“It’s not really over,” said Tom. “It’ll never be over. I’ll remember what happened on every day of this year, forever.” “It was over before it began,” said Grandpa, unwinding the wine press. “I don’t remember a thing that happened except some new type of grass that wouldn’t need cutting.” “You’re joking!” “No, sir, Doug, Tom, you’ll find as you get older the days kind of blur … can’t tell one from the other....”
