I've commented before how I believed my mother's memories were on a Rolodex. It was not unusual for her file cards to twirl around, then stop on a new story. That is what happened recently with my brother Jimmy's Rolodex cards. They stopped on a memory about our old bull getting our dad cornered in the pasture. That bull was intent on doing some harm.
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