Mentors. My first thoughts were on mentors. They weren’t common when I started my career as a young journalist in the ’60s. I could have used them, or at least one truly devoted one. Then, as thoughts will do, mine meandered and danced and slipped into other areas and prompted considerations of my past writing, then of the writing I haven’t been doing, and they finally landed on being a parent. It occurred to me that the “self” I was, and the “self” I am come together most significantly in the presence of my daughters. They knew me when, and they know me now. We have grown together. That was a pleasant observation.