Tom sums it up on Saturday His brain was a big gray balloon and he let go of the string his frontal lobes now sky high as well as atrophied. Whose fault was this? There was no one to blame. No one whose name he could remember.   He unplugged the phone and shoved it under the bed. He was exhausted from pretending to know all the voices. The universe was full of cousins who had his number. Still Groucho said Hello, I must … [Read more...]