No, it’s not masturbation, theft, or deceit that concerns me. But, if time travel ever becomes as casual as browsing 30 seconds of one person’s entire lifetime with precision, I’d pray that future generations of science will overlook a few seconds around 8:26 am (PST) on this date, when — after a morning visit to Walgreens — I strolled through McCoppin Square, sipping coffee and absentmindedly, unconsciously singing the chorus from Celine Dion’s 1996 hit, “Because You Loved Me.” In a clear and unambiguous 65 dB tenor.
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No, it’s not masturbation, theft, or deceit that concerns me.

But, if time travel ever becomes as casual as browsing 30 seconds of one person’s entire lifetime with precision, I’d pray that future generations of science will overlook a few seconds around 8:26 am (PST) on this date, when — after a morning visit to Walgreens — I strolled through McCoppin Square, sipping coffee and absentmindedly, unconsciously singing the chorus from Celine Dion’s 1996 hit, “Because You Loved Me.” In a clear and unambiguous 65 dB tenor.