My father-in-law used to decry what he considered his loss of memory after a cardiac surgery, in that he noticed he could no longer do some kind of complex mathematical computations in his head. Pity. I still have use my fingers for some single-digit addition, so I’d better never have heart trouble.
Needless to say, memory is not one of my strong suits. But compared to the Hebrews embarking on their Continue reading “Not For Sale: Grapes, Figs, and Pomegranates”