It was a world sweeter than we knew. Back then. Back when we tried to soothe babies to sleep in that rocking-chair built just like JFK’s. We were half-dead most days until we discovered the Exer-Saucer and Winnie the Pooh on VHS. Bouncing to that bear’s untamed cheer kept them glued while you and I napped or unforgot the pleasures of the flesh, or some days both. We had to be quick though. So we quicked. It was a world we thought would never end. Back then. Back when. And then it did. All those living-in-the-moment sermons are for suckers. We live moment-to-moment, each measuring another acre in the wood, a wood sweeter than we knew.