Fear is a feeling that has been my companion for a long long time, along with worry. I come from a long line of worriers and anxious folk. This is just one conversation I had with myself just the other morning. Today I can just laugh about it. I think this is a common scene among Baby Boomers. Oh gosh, I think to myself as I'm gripping the wheel at 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock on my drive into school. I've got to write that Thank-You note. Wait. Did I write that note and give it him already? Or... did I just think about it? Nah, I wrote it and gave it to him. I think. Wait. What would the parents think if they received two thank-you's? They'd understand. They're busy people. No, I can't let anyone know. Sometimes, I think...it's hard. I'm losing my memory. I worry about early onset, you know. I used to be able to remember everything. Things are just a little fuzzy.