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parkinson’s
Journey’s End
Naomi Pfefferman
May 3, 2001
Lunda Hoyle Gill sat in her spare room at a Westwood assisted-living center, the last stop on her remarkable life journey.\n\nThe artist once traveled to the remotest parts of the globe, racing to paint indigenous peoples before they disappeared. But that was before cancer ravaged her gut and Parkinson\’s disease crippled her fingers. Today, at 72, the artist can no longer paint. She can barely walk or hold a spoon.
My Brother’s Keeper
Yehuda Lev
May 27, 1999
My brother, who at 70 is younger than me by two years, has a world-class collection of the mysteries of Agatha Christie and a complete set of the novels of Anthony Trollope. They are being joined, gradually, by the Greek historians and Galsworthy\’s Forsythe Saga.
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