Some of them are newly cut through regions of the country only recently discovered. I have not come to this place easily. It can be argued rather successfully that I did not come to it until long after my father died, and all of his brothers had become ill with the same disease. There is an alternate reality to our family disease. If all the world is a stage, then Alzheimer's is a burlesque magic castle, with trapdoors and mirrored hallways, and staunch absurdity governing private universes.
Characters suddenly appear, completely imaginary, but real as rain to the people with the disease.
My father once created three new sons in my place. My Uncle James thought the Holy Cross football team was living next door. New twists in the plot occur almost daily. My father and my wife went on many walks together. On some of them, my father would determine that my wife needed a new car, so he would climb into one belonging to one of his neighbors and attempt to drive it away.