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Does Time Really Fly? Or, Do We Let it Slip Through Our Hands?

I wish Jerry Nachman were still around. He passed away in January 2004 at the young age of 57 from gall bladder cancer. I first met Jerry in my senior year of high school. I was 17 and was working for the local daily paper as a photographer. I also swept the floors of the type composing room every night. Type was made 'hot' back then from poured lead which meant I was pushing dirty, lead shavings around a very large room. Jerry had just graduated from Youngstown State University and had joined the staff at the East Liverpool Review as a reporter. He seemed much older to me but the fact was we were only separated by 3 or 4 years.
He was a genius with a great sense of humor and I enjoyed being around him. One night, shortly after June graduation, I was having too good of a time with my friends and neglected to make it into the composing room to sweep the lead. When I arrived early in the morning, I was sent to my boss whereupon he did me a favor and fired me. With…