I got the news a couple of weeks ago.

My brain ain’t so good.

The observable signs was when I fell over while walking.

There’s some white matter degradation, maybe it’s from the booze, maybe it’s from the 50 years of pucks to the head, but I increasingly feel lost, and rely on phone calls with my much wiser children to get me through the day.

Hopefully the writing will be intact for awhile.