I am terrifically excited to be visiting southern California at the end of February. I want everything to be unchanged since my last visit. I want the spicy potatoes and the jallab at Sunnin to be unchanged. I want the bulbs I planted in my old garden to be poking from the soil. I want to buy beautiful kale and amaranth from Joy at the Coleman Ranch stand on Wednesday. I want to find a few bottles of Musar on that obscure Wine House shelf. I want the melawech at Magic Carpet just the way I remember it. Is all this just a dream? Am I doomed to Proustian tears when I try to revisit the Guermantes?