I know from some first-hand experience how painful such situations can be, and it is NO laughing matter, but still -- considering the human drama/comedy in which we are all players -- I can just now, after reading hs Patch notice, imagine some darkly humorous skits for the entertainment part of the....what?.....Alzheimers Disease and Related Dementias Caregivers Luncheon. Maybe I'll start working on a few routines for when our children have Kammy and me "on their hands." I mean, none of us knows how we will ease out of this life. Nowadays, the idea of old Mr. Julian Cox's burning up in his leather armchair on Cloverhurst --while smoking and having a toddy -- doesn't seems as horrific as it did to me when I heard the story at 40 years old, you know?

Not as horrific as 5 or 8 or 10 years of Alzheimer's or regular old dementia.....

And, no, Mr. Cox went to First Baptist downtown. And -- according to all those stories about him told by his admiring friend, my father -- there was nary a single monk-like feature in all of Mr. Julian Cox's very large personality. (By the way, this man was the grandfather of our current secretary of state.)

Yes, do that. I had forgotten that you had lapsed into what a Russian Orthodox priest once told me was "the Episcopal branch error."

Who is Bob?