I am thinking about time travel today and not because I have been watching Cosmos. I am thinking about time travel because I want to go back to a specific place in time. I want to go back to Elko, Nevada, March 1960. My mom would be nine years old. She would most likely be in the sweetest dress you have ever seen with her hair bouncing in its natural curls. My full-blooded Irish great-grandmother Hortense would be in the kitchen. In the kitchen she would be busy but not too busy to be singing. She would be signing the songs of her homeland while her hands moved quickly. Not too quickly of course to lift a spoon to my mom’s lips and offer her a taste of the meal to come.