TOD: I still remember a stupid mistake I made when I was probably 5 or 6. A neighbor friend of ours had a husband named Bob and a son named Joe. Joe was actually the progeny of her first marriage--that husband had been an Air Force pilot who had been killed when his jet crash landed in the Great Salt Lake in the mid-50s--it made headlines all over the nation. Marge had had great emotional problems after his death and my mom (a nurse) had acted as her chauffeur when her doctor recommended electroshock treatments, which actually seemed to help. Well, anyway, Marge ultimately remarried to a nice man named Bob, who, tragically, died mysteriously on a business trip to North Africa, IIRC. Shortly after he had died, Marge was at our house and I meant to ask how Joe (her son) was, and I kept saying, "How is Bob?" My Mom finally interrupted, disgustedly, and informed me of my error. Even at my young age, I was completely mortified. I don't think Marge needed any more ECT, thankfully.
