If you live long enough, you reach a point where you begin to fumble for words at times. I can tell you about it. You still think and talk, but you run into spots where you cannot come up with the ordinary word you need. Often your wife or brother can supply the missing term. Or you can dodge around it.
It's okay.
Watching Nancy Pelosi on TV, I concluded that she has reached that stage. She resigned as speaker of the house at the right time (unlike some).
I think of Pelosi as the best representative of the progressive San Francisco political machine built by Phil Burton and Willie Brown.
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