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Senior Sonnet I've got to write this down before I forget. I had a thought once, but I don't remember what that thought was about, or even if I thought it. Memory's like that nowadays and maybe always was. Still, I remember remembering, as though it was yesterday. At least I think I remember it. No thought nowadays can be trusted. My wife--uh, I think it was my wife, if I remember rightly--thought far too much, as I recol- lect, of her power of memory (and mine). But all of this is not at all what I meant to write down today. I'll have to go ask my wife. Her name's right on my tongue tip. Hal Halvard Johnson ================ [log in to unmask] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/index.html http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/vidalocabooks.html