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August 6, 2016--71 years ago, I was six years old. On that day in 1945--a bomb was dropped that killed thousands of people. I'm now 77--and I don't remember what I was doing on that day 71 years ago. I may have been celebrating being 6 years old--I don't recall if that's what I was doing. So long ago--and yet so near in time.

I danced today--and it went well. The man who has PD and has started dancing--is doing well. He moves with music--not always with the right steps. But he keeps on moving--and there is an aliveness in his face.

Brunch lunch tomorrow--no major activities planned beyond that.