Dear Children of Mothers and/or Fathers (i.e., all of you), My mother Barbara is here from Florida and has been telling me long-ago stories of Beau. This picture is of them at the Taj Mahal in 1965–shortly after I was born. And no, I’m not hidden in a car seat inside the Taj, I’m back…
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Ten Thousand Strong
Dear Valiant Readers, Today we became a cause. Ten thousand of you have decided, since last year, that it’s worth your while to visit Brain in a Jar. I offer my thanks to the beautiful and brilliant Hayley for inspiring me to start the blog. She is very busy these days taking care of her…
Stories, not Statistics
Dear Readers, Reluctantly, I retrieved the Sunday New York Times from the front porch this morning. Since Beau died I haven’t much felt like watching television, reading books or the newspapers. I mostly just like to sit in silence and look out my front window—a bit like an Alzheimer’s disease patient myself. I let my…
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