My friend Bob lost his memory and his car in a crash two month ago, but he didn’t forget (famous) Robert DeNiro, whom he ran into at the train station. DeNiro gave him $2000, which he spent at the Sonesta at $300 a night.

It reminds me of something my sister said. Dad met a young stockbroker without capital in the early sixties and gave him $50,000 to help him get started. It wasn’t too many years before that that I learned Dad’s income for a year was only $40,000. Our house was bought in 1948 and sold in 1960 for $40,000.

Bob’s broke again and living in a park because he forgot he’s got a room, a phone, a computer, AOL, wealthy, generous, and famous friends, and so on. He forgot his girlfriend’s last name.


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