20 years to the date!
I'm bad at remembering dates. Like, really bad. :-) Anniversaries, birthdays - you name it, it tend to forget it. So it's always amused me that of one of the few dates that I do remember is the one that I landed in the United States - Sep 14, 2000. I wouldn't have remembered the date under most circumstances, but a few years after I got here my dad, who was actually pretty good with dates once remarked that Sep 14, 1975 was the date he and my mother landed in Tanzania from India for the very first time. He would then go on to build most of his later career in Africa, and he thought it was a remarkable coincidence that 25 years later his son would land in the United States on the exact same date. Somehow that conversation has always stuck with me, and since then this particular date. Exactly 20 years ago, my cousin picked me up from the airport and a couple of days later dropped me off to grad school. The photograph is from a few months later that Fall quart...