It might have been prescient anticipation of the advent of Lewy into our home, but I never had the forbearance to enjoy the saga of Quixote. His delusional tilting at windmills always annoyed me. The musical rendition of his story does offer some gorgeous musical flights, however. One New Year’s Eve, Burt bought tickets for […]
Windmills
Like the antics of Don Quixote*, his tilting at windmills, I never enjoyed roller coasters. It felt like a personal recognition of all that was wrong in both cases when I heard Lewy Body Dementia was a roller coaster disease.
As much as I disliked the carnival ride, the ups and downs of Lewy were a great deal more egregious.
*This is not to say that I didn’t enjoy that New Year’s Eve performance. Nights out with Burt were always a lark. Man of LaMancha and our walk home from the Martin Beck Theater (since renamed) was a very good memory.
