My dad's bank has alerted my sister and me of odd activity, and this morning, by text message, she informed me that it's about as bad as can be imagined:
My impulse was to get in my car and drive forty miles in order to perform acts that never occurred to Goneril or Regan, but then I thought of ten million times I'd asked him to play catch and ten million times that, instead of saying "Later" or "Not now" or "In a minute," he dropped whatever he was doing and got his glove. That was his real self. After 88 years the wires have gotten scrambled and the thieves and charlatans are descending upon him. Some people would say, "Sad!" No doubt he failed to uncheck the box and has unwittingly agreed to recurring payments.
Yet the earth, spinning on its axis, continues its trip 'round the sun and, yes, Aaron Rodgers is hosting Jeopardy even as Trump raids my inheritance. Today's final question (or answer) involved identifying two of the three South American national capitals with a metro population of more than 10 million. None of the contestants could do any better than I, meaning: they named Buenos Aires and somewhere that was wrong. The two that no one knew or guessed were Lima and Bogota. The whole continent is something of a mystery. Anyone who can, on a blank map showing only national borders, correctly distinguish Paraguay from Uruguay should work for the State Department—and supplement their income by going on Jeopardy.
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