When police attack

This story in the Washington Post made me sick. In it, you'll hear the story of how the police delivered a box of marijuana to the doorstep of a town mayor, waited for it to be taken inside, and then smashed in his doors, shot his dogs, and held his mother-in-law on the floor with a gun against her head. A sting operation against a suspected drug dealer? No. A drug-sniffing dog found a package at Fed Ex that was addressed to the mayor's wife containing pot. Was she a pot dealer? No. Her Fed Ex driver was. If this can happen to a town mayor, and he doesn't even receive an apology for it, what can happen to you and me?

R.I.P. H.M.

I heard on the radio today about the death of H.M., a man I first learned about in Psych 101 in college. His tale is fascinating and tragic, after having part of his brain removed in surgery, he was left unable to form new memories, and left behind in time, remembering nothing new since 1953. It's hard to fathom what that would be like, and he was subjected to endless tests which greatly increased knowledge of how our memory works. Of course, for him, each test was new, as he had no memory of any prior tests, so, in a way, his curse also benefited him in a situation most of us would have found intolerable.