I found this funny story that Brian had written before Max was born. I vaguely remember this event, as I was several months pregnant, working full-time, trying to finish my master's classes. I had begged Brian to drive me to class (it may have been bad weather; I don't recall the details), and thus, his story. As you can see, he didn't finish it, but I can say that we did arrive safely home after class that night. It will all make sense after you read... I am the most absent-minded man alive. I took a straw poll today to see if other people considered themselves absent minded, and almost every male I spoke to launched into a list of things he’d lost. Pens, coats, keys, glasses, folders, wedding rings, wallets. Very few women had misplaced anything significant recently. One woman with a family of half boys and half girls, insisted that absentmindedness was written into the genetic code of males. She’s a biology teacher; she would know. I’ve bought more replacement gas ca...
