When I was eighteen I worked for a senile old man who had been a famous race driver in the 1940-70. Very often he was able to describe with crystal-clear detail events from those decades as it was yesterday morning. Seldom, he was able to tell you what he did that afternoon. However, in his in-and-out memory zapping, once in a while, he had his coherent moments and I remember in a crystal-clear way what he said to me in one of those moments, as it was yesterday morning: “When I was your age I used to go to weddings every month… Now at my age I go to funerals every month”
Do you know where this funeral motorcade is heading? Hint, the answer is a series in the archives.
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