Ironically, since I am officially ancient - I still have a couple primitive amalgam fillings in me somewhere. That effectively doubles my net worth. Hooray for me.

In today's world, my great-aunt would have been labeled profoundly gifted - with a touch of ADHD. As a teen girl in the 1920s? A lobotomy. And the rest of her life chained to a bed in a mental institution.

Ahh. I have a special fondness for this episode. I know where I was and what I was doing when it first aired. Twas the end. Twas the beginning. Twis the question? Hmm. Does the thirty years of knowledge hence gained alter my perspective? Maybe. I should visit the old stomping grounds ...