“But we’re the same person,” he said in a sort of bewildered delight. “When did that happen?” I related those two lines to my friend Craig (diagnosed 3/2/85) this past Christmas, and he laughed: “But that’s what you always used to say in Boston. Roger and you were just two names for the same person.” Something I don’t remember saying, but clearly it was a collaborative theory of ours, rather like the Curies’ twin Nobel.
