Some Vines are so deeply embedded in my memory that I’m sure I’ll still be able to quote them even after the dementia has destroyed my ability to recognize my loved ones.

In hospice, surrounded by grieving loved ones saying their last goodbyes, the nurse watching on as I’m drifting away confused and irritable, doing their best to ensure my passing is as comfortable as possible, with my last breath I’ll mutter “road work ahead? Yeah I sure hope it does”…