Yesterday afternoon, about 1 p.m. EST, I completed the edits on Brain in a Jar, the book about my father. I started working on it last year in Singapore, and have had a number of great people helping me edit and shape the book. (Including you!) What a strange trip it has been–spending a year in my memories of my father’s mind.
Life with Beauregard Lee was like a never-ending scavenger hunt. First, we needed to find a cure for various neurological conditions. Second, we had to hunt for snakes and alligators in the waters where we swam. Third, we had to avoid “dumb-dumbs” while increasing our intellectual acumen. Fourth, we had to travel all around the world and collect images in our heads and on our cameras. The list goes on and on. I’m certainly better for life with Beau even though it wasn’t always easy. It was never easy, actually. Growing up under the specter of Alzheimer’s is nearly as hard as growing old with it.
The picture is my dad at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines where he worked as a surgeon during the Vietnam War. (He is the tallest one.) He got so sick of the bureaucracy of government-run health care, that he started signing his name George Washington on the massive amounts of paperwork. The illustration is one that Harry Bliss made for me.
I am happy today. How are you?