Halfway through the trip, we had a day of rest. Nothing planned other than some much needed laundering. I don’t recall if we mentioned this, but we went the carry-on route for our luggage checking nothing. Ambitious, but completely worth it. Lucky for us, there was a laundromat very close to the hotel. We bundled up our two loads of laundry so that no unmentionables accidentally dropped to the cobblestones. The laundromat attendant was friendly and while he handed ME a love poem, i think he was quite taken with Jeff. This is a point of debate.
I just finished listening to an NPR Podcast narrated by Howard Dully. At the age of 12, Howard was the youngest person to receive an “icepick lobotomy”. He never spoke about his surgery with his father, or his step-mother who forced it onto him. Now, as an adult, he tries to understand what happened to him and why.
How could anyone ever think this is a good idea? How do you come to terms with knowing that part of you who you were was scrambled in your own skull?
It’s not easy to listen to, but riveting.