Dilemma horns seemed to gore when I contemplated this week’s piece. I could have ridden (written?) off in either direction and still wound up with words to spare.Would I write about what I miss most – sights or sounds – that now seem permanently closeted in yesteryear?I yearn to ask readers for directions to a place where fireflies still fly on summer nights, as if celebrating the setting of the sun. I’d burn a few gallons of gas to get there, remembering such times when such bliss was taken for granted. Recalled are moments of serenity and reflection, putting aside ...