More on the human brain for DJQ and the rest of the crowd.
BTW: the "Bob Petrella" in this is an old friend of my husband's. The
restaurant scene takes place in Amalfi, the La Brea restaurant owned by M.D.
Sweeney (who owned the improv theater where John P.M. got his start).
http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7166313n
http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7166315n
It's also interesting that 100% of the males in this are left-handed.
What's intriguing to me is that although I personally don't remember dates
or days of the week, I tend to hold onto direct quotations, word for word,
for years--sometimes decades. And yet, whether in poetry or in the form of
things people said to me in the 1970s or 1980s, the prepositions and
articles are starting to go all fuzzy as I approach the big 5-0--all that
verbiage in my brain is no longer word-perfect.
I'd like to think that my mind is de-cluttering, to make room for better and
better stuff, but I have my doubts about *that*; I suspect it's actually
mad-cow disease setting in.
--Joy
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