"It's wicked to wish time away," my mother used to lecture us as kids - usually when we were pining for summer vacation in the depths of February, or waiting for Halloween to hurry up and come - and probably she was right, but I can't help thinking that such temporal jumps might be a good thing for people living bad lives, and between the advent of the Reagan administration in 1980 and the Tulsa State Fair in 1992, I was living a very bad life.