Dementia is a sneaky menace.  My wife Kay is suffering with event-related dementia and I am her caregiver.  What happens when the caregiver (me) starts getting forgetful?  Easy answer:  He remembers an old song and starts singing; Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy?  One stanza I remember is:

Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy.
Giddy and foolish the whole day through
Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy.

Way down South where the bananas grow
a flea stepped on an elephant's toe.
the elephant cried, with tears in his eyes,
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

I think, in my case, that 93 ½ is the knee in MY dementia curve.  It is all downhill from now on! 

Hey guys, the above is what happens when your correspondent doesn't hear from anyone but Bob Hoyt between issues!  I hate white spaces in our column so have to write something.  Please let me know about you for the next bulletin.  I have to submit it August 1st.