You know how you remember the most random moments from your younger years?

Last night I was at LAX, at Tom Bradley’s international terminal, with my two sons, the oldest and the youngest. We were waiting for our… how do I structure this … my second son and their brother. I have three sons. Valentin was arriving, he spent three months playing tennis. I wrote about Val here:

My son and I have been playing this silly game and it’s hilarious

And I wrote about airports here!

Airports encapsulate the intensity of life and our relationships with our close ones.

So while we were waiting, Max, my oldest (eighteen years old) son, was reminiscing about the moments he remembers from when we were still in Moscow — more than ten years ago — and then going through various other memories from our different homes and strips.

He wasn’t really “reminiscing.” He was recalling the moments that are vivid in his memory. A get-together with our in-laws (one out of many), a trip from the airport (one out of many, “it was a Toyota mini-van”), being stuck in traffic (one out of many times being stuck in traffic), playing soccer (a trivial kick-around — one out…