When is When?

I found myself thinking about this recently on a slow, 9-mile run. It’s not a new thought, but something that pops into my head every so often.

The great Langston Hughes wrote about “dreams deferred” I his short yet powerful poem, “Harlem” many years ago. Its essence echoes in my thoughts often, as “I Wander As I Wonder.”

If you had a dream of some sort a…