"How come Patsy Cline don't make records no more?"

I am going to chalk up today's failure to locate the new Roberto Clemente biography despite there being a million copies on display on the bestseller wall to being disoriented by the customer's request for "Roberto Clemente's new book," as if Clemente himself had written it after being dead for thirty-five years. The alternative is grim acknowledgment that yes, my brain is dying and there is nothing I can do about it. I had to think really hard about how to spell "acknowledgment," by the way.

Another new old post: near fisticuffs and full-blown annoyance from August of last year. Those were the days, alright.