Testing the power of AI (artificial intelligence)

Input to AI program

The adventure of Carole and Pat 

1 Go movie, revisit the past, in Malverne 

        2 Pat goes to mens room

        3 Carole gets mad 

        4.Carole goes to arkies looking for Pat 

      5.   Pat doesn’t find carole in theater seats and panics.

      Carole gets mad, never panics, that Pat doesn’t show up at arkies

         Carole remembers she lives in west Islip – she’s mad

          Carole walks to train station but not sure what       train to take – doesn’t say west islip- asks traveler 

        Ask when to Babylon 

        Takes a cab home.

        Pat remembers used to Hang out in arkies

         Pat gets really upset and goes to police station in Malverne to file a missing persons report -inform desk sergeant that his wife has dementia, has a picture of her.

          Sergeant advise, go home, they will start looking for after they info from Pat

          Pat drives home reluctantly but has faith in police.

          Meanwhile  Carole wants tea and take a shower  but remembers her husband does the cooking and helps her shower and smiles.

           Pat goes into the house and has a strong drink of scotch and water.

           Goes up to bed to watch tv waiting for police to find her- thinking .she only remembers house, school and arkies! Should find her soon. Probably walking some where and how far could .she have gone! Rethinking,far if she mad. she was a power walker.

Enters the bedroom and finds her in bed.

He is happy and relieved to see her and climbs into bed with her to hug and kiss her.

Before he could ask questions,she asked, “what took you so long,” which was her invitation to make love.

He quickly thought he would wait before he called the police!

That’s one thing she didn’t forget;. There’s nothing like long term memory!

Output from AI program

The adventure of Carole and Pat is a story of a couple who gets separated in a movie theater in Malverne. Pat goes to the men’s room, and Carole gets mad when he doesn’t return. She decides to go to Arkies, a nearby restaurant, to look for him but doesn’t find him there. Pat, on the other hand, can’t find Carole in the theater seats and panics.

Carole, who never panics, gets mad that Pat doesn’t show up at Arkies. She remembers that she lives in West Islip and decides to walk to the train station but is not sure which train to take. She asks a traveler when the next train to Babylon is and takes a cab home.

Meanwhile, Pat remembers hanging out at Arkies and gets really upset when he can’t find Carole. He goes to the police station in Malverne to file a missing persons report and informs the desk sergeant that his wife has dementia and has a picture of her. The sergeant advises him to go home and wait for the police to start looking for her.

Pat reluctantly goes home but has faith in the police. Carole wants tea and a shower but remembers that her husband does the cooking and helps her shower. Pat goes up to bed to wait for the police to find her, thinking that she only remembers the house, school, and Arkies. He assumes that they will find her soon as she was a power walker and couldn’t have gone far if she was mad.

When Pat enters the bedroom, he finds Carole in bed and is happy and relieved to see her. He climbs into bed with her to hug and kiss her. Before he could ask any questions, she asks, “What took you so long?” which was her invitation to make love. Pat quickly thinks he would wait before calling the police.

The story shows the love and care between Carole and Pat, even in difficult times.

A letter to my wife

Letter to my bride, Carole

When I first saw you  I wanted to date you and I did. I took you to my fraternity formal. I was embarrassed since one of the entertainment segments was raunchy. I couldn’t wait to get you out of there.

I didn’t date you again, until you transferred to a different college.

Your sorority sister, Joyce , kept in touch with both you and me. She was the one who told me about your transfer and where you lived . She gave me your contact information. I guess we thought we were stalking each other.

Our second date, while you attended  your transfer school, was the time when I knew I was I in love with you and willing to wait for us to get together more often.  Since our first date I had flunked out of school and was in pilot training in the USAF  before we had our second date.

Our third date( I remember a lot) was when I met your parents which was a week after our second date; you were on winter break and I was still on leave from the military.

I was still in the service when you graduated with a degree in elementary education.

I sent you roses for your graduation, but you didn’t respond  to me. After a month I gave up since I assumed you broke with me.

I dated for a little while and then I decided I was not giving up on you . So I wrote you a not so nice letter. You responded with a letter saying “I liked when you touched me that night at Jones Beach!”

I didn’t see you again until I was discharged from the Air Force.

Until that time, I figured out why you didn’t respond to me ; I had applied to a college, while in the Air Force , without telling you. I  always told you everything I did! 

I turned down the offer to go back to college , thru the Air Force and decided to return to school when I was a civilian again and living home. I shared that with you in the letter I wrote to you.

I found a job right after being discharged and saved most of money to continue my college studies.

Agreeing to date only on Friday evening was a winning decision for us.  I couldn’t afford  to date at times, especially while I commuted to school. You were very understanding , since I never held anything from you even my financial situation.

While I was starting my fifth year of college, I asked you to marry me. I had saved the money for the ring for three years.

You turned me down which was a surprise . At first I didn’t know what to do so I kept the ring . I realized I didn’t have a good track record with staying in college; I had flunked out of the first college  I attended, after all. I am convinced that was the reason you shot me down with my proposal.

I didn’t call you for 5 months . You caved in, by calling and inviting me to help you with a philosophy course. That was a laugh, since you were an A student. 

After I helped you with that philosophy of education writer, I decided to pull no punches.

These are the points I covered:

1. Invited you to my graduation

2. Had a promised job at an aerospace company on Long Island

3. Wanted to buy a new car( second hand ones were expensive to maintain)

4. Was going to ask you to marry me again( didn’t mention I was going to upgrade on the ring) , but say when

We appreciated the humor: you only agreed to the graduation invitation. We knew we would have a long life together.

We did and I thank you very much for the good and not so good times

Eleven years of dating didn’t require vows when we married.

Love you

Your Groom.

Pat

Something about Kate

Kate and I went on an adventure to explore the realm of baking and cooking.

There were two events that standout; one funny and one serious but creative.

Kate’s purest side with humor:

 We were baking  biscotti which is known as a biscuit in Italy. 

First  I need to tell you  the responsibility of each of us, I supplied the recipe ( from my wife’s sisters) and she followed the recipe plus cleaned up afterwards.

The recipe calls for the forming of two batter logs and baking them three different  times with two different oven temperatures.

The last two steps required the cutting of the loaves around ¾ of an inch thick. The ¾ inch width was essential for Kate!

Then the   slices had to be placed on a side, in no particular order,  before putting them back in the oven.

She decided to line the slices in a military order. I thought I would speed the process by helping her place the slices on their side. I was quickly chastised in military fashion for lining the slices up in no particular order!

Kate’s creative side:

My daughter, Lisa, wrote a recipe for hummus. She wasn’t able to get the right consistency of the mix.

Kate to the rescue!! She decided to use two cans of chick peas rather than one. 

One she drained the fluid  and one she did not.

After mixing all the ingredients lisa was asked to comment on the taste and consistency which she claimed was just right.

When asked what she did, kate responded by claiming she  thought it was a  good idea to double the recipe and draining one can!.

Q.E.D.

States flowers

State flowers

Alabama: Camellia

Alaska: Forget-Me-Not

Arizona: Saguaro Cactus Blossom

Arkansas: Apple Blossom

California: California Poppy

Colorado: Rocky Mountain Columbine

Connecticut: Mountain Laurel

Delaware: Peach Blossom

Florida: Orange Blossom

Georgia: Cherokee Rose

Hawaii: Yellow Hibiscus

Idaho: Syringa

Illinois: Violet

Indiana: Peony

Iowa: Wild Rose

Kansas: Sunflower

Kentucky: Goldenrod

Louisiana: Magnolia

Maine: White Pine Cone and Tassel

Maryland: Black-Eyed Susan

Massachusetts: Mayflower

Michigan: Apple Blossom

Minnesota: Lady’s Slipper

Mississippi: Magnolia

Missouri: Hawthorn

Montana: Bitterroot

Nebraska: Goldenrod

Nevada: Sagebrush

New Hampshire: Purple Lilac

New Jersey: Violet

New Mexico: Yucca Flower

New York: Rose

North Carolina: Dogwood

North Dakota: Wild Prairie Rose

Ohio: Scarlet Carnation

Oklahoma: Mistletoe

Oregon: Oregon Grape

Pennsylvania: Mountain Laurel

Rhode Island: Violet

South Carolina: Yellow Jessamine

South Dakota: Pasque Flower

Tennessee: Iris

Texas: Bluebonnet

Utah: Sego Lily

Vermont: Red Clover

Virginia: American Dogwood

Washington: Rhododendron

West Virginia: Rhododendron

Wisconsin: Wood Violet

Wyoming: Indian Paintbrush

States birds

State birds

1. Alabama – Northern Flicker

2. Alaska – Willow Ptarmigan

3. Arizona – Cactus Wren

4. Arkansas – Northern Mockingbird

5. California – California Quail

6. Colorado – Lark Bunting

7. Connecticut – American Robin

8. Delaware – Blue Hen Chicken

9. Florida – Northern Mockingbird

10. Georgia – Brown Thrasher

11. Hawaii – Nene (Hawaiian Goose)

12. Idaho – Mountain Bluebird

13. Illinois – Northern Cardinal

14. Indiana – Northern Cardinal

15. Iowa – American Goldfinch

16. Kansas – Western Meadowlark

17. Kentucky – Northern Cardinal

18. Louisiana – Brown Pelican

19. Maine – Black-capped Chickadee

20. Maryland – Baltimore Oriole

21. Massachusetts – Black-capped Chickadee

22. Michigan – American Robin

23. Minnesota – Common Loon

24. Mississippi – Northern Mockingbird

25. Missouri – Eastern Bluebird

26. Montana – Western Meadowlark

27. Nebraska – Western Meadowlark

28. Nevada – Mountain Bluebird

29. New Hampshire – Purple Finch

30. New Jersey – Eastern Goldfinch

31. New Mexico – Greater Roadrunner

32. New York – Eastern Bluebird

33. North Carolina – Northern Cardinal

34. North Dakota – Western Meadowlark

35. Ohio – Northern Cardinal

36. Oklahoma – Scissor-tailed Flycatcher

37. Oregon – Western Meadowlark

38. Pennsylvania – Ruffed Grouse

39. Rhode Island – Rhode Island Red Chicken

40. South Carolina – Carolina Wren

41. South Dakota – Ring-necked Pheasant

42. Tennessee – Northern Mockingbird

43. Texas – Northern Mockingbird

44. Utah – California Gull

45. Vermont – Hermit Thrush

46. Virginia – Northern Cardinal

47. Washington – American Goldfinch

48. West Virginia – Northern Cardinal

49. Wisconsin – American Robin

50. Wyoming – Western Meadowlark

The Gardner



A story about a reluctant gardener!

There came a time when my bride, who was always interested in flowers, decided she wanted to grow the biggest and most fragrant bug repellent flowers with vibrant colors .

Hence the start of the vegetable garden. Naturally that was planted and cared for by the reluctant groom.

She ordered all the supplies needed for her marigold research from Burpee( supplies garden needs) located some where in California.

She had 2 long boxes which held little wax coated paper sleeves that contained her end -of -growing -season marigold seeds and her alpha-numeric

Notations on booth sides.

It came to pass that lettuce was the only vegtable not always protected ( seemed the kind of lettuce was a factor for survival ) by the marigold odor !

We substituted corn in place of the lettuce which was a delight to our resident squirrels; our back yard had the right height trees for these athletic animals to colonize!

Our daughter was the only one to plant corn that survived the onslaught of the pesky creatures; it was just for one year, however, since she wasn’t interested in working in the garden any more.

We Tried growing gladioli where the corn had been planted. They which were attached by the thrips ( an insect, I believe ).

The next year the cucumbers survived and in abundance, which encouraged my wife to jar pickles which she used as Christmas gifts.

Happily I just had to tend the the large pot that heated the jars.

The marigolds did their job but I realized the garden soil had to be refreshed. Leaf compost was not helpful .

 I decided to enhance the soil with a compost tea, which was a pain. By that time my back gave out ( I was not able to lift the rented rototill out of my car trunk any more) so we planted grass seed .

Some of the vegetables should have grown as well as the grass did.

But the cucumbers, squash, watermelon and ornamental gourds were real winners for us.

A drawback was that we only got one or two watermelons each year.

The ornamental gourds and cucumbers were usually in abundance .

The biggest disappointment during my garden experience were the raspberry bushes I suggested to my bride and I eventually planted.

It had Nice tasting fruit but was dangerous to be near. Because of their thorns , I keep a small first aid kit in my pocket while working in the garden. Digging out those plants was a real “joy.” However It was worth it since it was not no longer necessary to carry a first kit while milling around the garden to impress my wife!

The chef

The Chef

The first week living together, after the marriage ceremony , the job responsibilities were: my bride cleaned the house( or apartment) except for the bathroom(s) which were my cleaning domain.

I made breakfast. Carole always cooked dinner and we shared cooking lunch during the weekends and vacation days.

I always, happily ,washed pots and pans after all meals!

On special occasions I made the dinner lasagna. I took care of cooking the turkey, on others!

Never once was she interested in grilling anything; that was my domain, which I wasn’t thrilled about. I never mastered grilling, especially steak and chicken!

I should have noticed one of Carole’s weaknesses after the three wedding showers she had. Only one offered practical gifts like cook books( she loved all three of them) , a rolling pin, cookware, storage containers and anything else of use in the kitchen.

God love her but my aunt Marie, on my mom’s side of the family,  figured out that Carole didn’t know how to cook. While Cooking Certain meals, later in our marriage,  Carole noted that her mom wouldn’t let near the stove because She was left handed. 

My aunt had one of her three daughters( Helen) host the final shower.

Carole loved Italian American food. We had that twice a  week; order pizza on Friday and cook pasta on Monday or Tuesday night. Ragu sause had to be warmed up and pasta was different every week. Once in a while she made meatballs, but so did I. She had a recipe for the meatballs.

There came a time when I lost my job.

My bride in her own way offered me the house cleaning or the cooking job. I took the cooking one. Why the cooking job? I knew I could cook everything she liked  and I felt I could easily cook what I liked.

Since that fateful day , in 1991), Carole never cooked another thing, except to heat water for her Lipton tea! That stopped when her dementia became more obvious to her.

With all the signs she exuded during her cooking career, I am convinced she disliked cooking.

However I know she did like to bake apple pie and make cookies using her cookie shooter. She went thru two of them. Any pans or cooking tools she bought or recommended were for me?

I rarely served string beans!

The nanny’s

THE NANNYS

                          CHAPTER. 1 

I designed software systems and programmed some of them. I saved almost all of the money that I made over the last ten years. I wanted to start my own business, since I’ve solved different kinds of problems and i felt  could make a living solving any new problem that crossed my path..

I had the money; all I needed were a few people who also enjoyed solving problems..

Helen was a college professor who taught robot design and construction and enjoyed solving problems.

I attended one of her seminars on robot design with the intent of hiring a few soon to be graduates from her school. I was about to embark on a new adventure; starting a

problem solving company.

When we introduced ourselves to each other, we had an instant connection. To be forthright, it was her house -on- the- prairie- dress and white sneakers with bright pink shoe laces that captured my heart. Apparently it was my bright red vest worn over a paisley shirt that captured hers.

After the seminar she made it a point to talk to me since she wanted to know why I was there. Once I told her about my business ideas, she invited me to have a cup of coffee with her in the school cafeteria ( I paid )

to discuss them.

I asked her out on a date. Most of the following dates ended up in her apartment living room watching reruns of Hallmark movies on TV,

We dated for about a year during which we planned for the business I envisioned. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that we did nearly everything together!

We married during the summer and

honeymooned in Hawaii for two weeks; it was magic. However it was the last vacation we went on for many years.

 We moved into a big apartment before we married, to prevent any conflict with the activity of starting our business venture, when we returned from Hawaii..

We took out a business loan, rented office space in New York City and hired a few recent graduates from Helen’s school to start our company, which we named The Problem Solving Company.

Both of us were sold on my idea of making a profit solving problems for various segments of the American economy.

Two professors, who are still friends of Helen’s, were hired as part time consultants.

The first year in business was a challenge. There was no profit, however the company didn’t lose any money, which encouraged us to continue the business.

The second year we made a profit which allowed us to expand into new fields.

The Most notable decision We made was to get into software related to law enforcement problem solving.

 The reason for our success, we believe, was our business model. We encouraged employees to pick relevant problems, do the research, solve them, and personally market them!

Team efforts were encouraged.

A modest bonus was given to any one or team that brought in new business.

This management technique became the standard for the company.

A Christmas bonus, which was a week’s pay, was given out every year, except for the company’s first.

                         CHAPTER 2

Helen and I tried to have a child, but without success. The fertilization “consulting” was a bust.

We had a backup plan which we initiated when we started the fertilization protocol.

We submitted all the documentation from medical tests and background checks needed to become adoption parents. This process took eight months which was about the time our fertilization attempts ended.

Our goal was to have our own child was not to be.

A local New York City hospital was caring for a recently born baby girl who had no parents and was homeless. A number of couples tried to adopt the baby, but she would not let them hold her without a lot of drama.

We had interviews with the hospital staff responsible for the welfare of the baby, who

we wanted to name Lisa Amelia!

The chief nurse, Karen, just knew we would capture the baby girl’s heart, when she interviewed us. Karen was impressed that we had pictures of Lisa Amerlia’s bedroom. She loved that we had decided on a name, too. Meeting Helen’s niece, Alicia, who would be the nanny, was over the top for Karen! Alicia had a masters in child development and a couple of years experience working in a pre-k school, which impressed Karen to no end.

Karen had the hospital legal department representatives in attendance the day and time of our arrival to meet Lisa Amelia.

Helen and I decided that she should be the first to talk to Lisa Amelia.

The baby instantly turned her head towards Helen, who was repeatedly saying “Lisa Amelia.” The baby made cooing noises to me, also, when I softly called her name.

Lisa Amelia tried, in her own way, to d snuggle with each of us when we held her.

The hospital lawyer, who witnessed that tender scene in the nursery, said he would support us in our adoption process.

Alicia, who was at the meeting, claimed she wanted to be a big sister to the néw member of her family.

Moreover, she wanted to be a permanent nanny for Helen and our  baby girl.

Alicia’s announcement  caused the hospital lawyer to promise to pull out all the stops for us to adopt the baby girl. He referred to the baby as Lisa Amelia, also

!

                        CHAPTER 3

Cal and Alicia knew each other since eighth grade.

They reconnected with each other in Central Park.

She was jogging, while pushing Lisa Amelia in a stroller and he was walking around the park. She instantly recognized him, since he walked with a limp he sustained while playing football in high school.

He didn’t spend much time with her for a few years, since she was spending much of her time with Lisa Amelia and his drive to get a business degree.. He maintained two Jobs: one working in his uncle’s car body shop part time, and the other attending college to get a business degree.

He eventually wanted to  own his own car body repair shop.

His business idea formed a desire in her to eventually have her own business, also; but one dealing with Nannie’s and Children!

When Cal graduated, he was able to take Alicia out on a date every Friday night; since he was now working full time at the shop.

Calvin planned to have his own car body shop, before Lisa Amelia started pre-k. They planned everything together. Most importantly, they planned getting married the summer before Lisa Amelia started kindergarten.

It took her nearly a year to decide on the name of the nanny business, which she finally named ‘The Nanny company.”

She hired Susan as her full time “Girl Friday,” which meant she would be the only one running the office.

Once the paperwork was approved and received, Alicia officially started her business two days after they married. The timing couldn’t have been better, since Susan booked two nanny jobs that needed to be staffed.

Their honeymoon had to wait. ’

The newly hired nannies would start their daily day time jobs immemeditely.

Alicia would care for Leah ( Lisa Amelia’s nickname), as needed when school started. This form of nannying lasted until Lisa Amelia was in eighth grade, when she became a latch key kid.

This gave Alicia and Cal flexibility in their daily lives..

Cal now owned a car body repair shop in the city and Alicia’s job and office were  in Manhattan, also.

They moved out of his apartment, located in Brooklyn, into a new one in New York City.

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Susan was manning the desk at The Nanny Company office, for our niece, on a full time basis and doing an impressive job. She kept the “books” and interviewed potential clients. Word by mouth, brought in more customers, hence more Nannie’s were hired. The company was finally at the point where it didn’t need our occasional financial support to keep it solvent.

Everyone was paid weekly, whether the customers paid weekly or not..

Every nanny had a vacation, but not when the host family had theirs. Then the Nannie’s were paid extra, which was the responsibility of the host family

Susan was also in charge of social planning, which she loved.

She liked making appointments for nannies on days when they weren’t working. They usually wanted a day at a spa.

Alicia and Sue made all the company related decisions dealing with significant amounts of money.

Susan was happy making decisions about running the office and stayed within a monthly budget, they both agreed on.

                         CHAPTER 4

There came a time during which a terrifying event took place; one of their nanny’s toddler was kidnapped in a nearby public pocket park.

All of the television stations and newspapers in Manhattan and the four other boroughs of New York ran daily reports on the abduction.

Edith, the nanny, was crucified for negligence, while caring for the little boy, by the child’s family.

The nanny company almost went out of business when some of their other nannies were fired by their clients . Helen and I managed to keep the office staff and the three nannies on the payroll, with our savings. until the crime was solved.

Our company was asked, by the toddler’s family, to help solve the kidnapping,

 Susan recommended our company because of its problem solving reputation.

But we weren’t able to be of much help since this definitely was a police and FBI effort.

The police ruled out ransom after two days of the kidnapping. Though they had a city wide search, as best that could be done, they hoped to rule out homicide. After three weeks, their detectives were still at a loss as to the where- about of the toddler.

Eventually the Police tracked down the kidnapper and found the healthy, happy baby.

When apprehended by the police it turned out to be a friend of the toddler’s parents, who was a childless middle aged woman, living in the same apartment complex. She and her husband confessed to the crime,

The wife of the couple had babysat the toddler, before Edith was hired. The woman fanaticized that the child was hers,

There was a quick trial and the kidnappers were sentenced but first had to undergo therapy in a psychiatric hospital.

The toddler’s parents decided to take Edith back. They believed her story that she had been distracted for less than a minute by the guilty woman while her husband kidnapped the young boy.

Eventually the nanny business recovered.

Two years ago, Helen and I turned our problem solving company over to Leah and her husband, Jon. The number of employees was reduced somewhat, since some retired and a couple had started their own company. They decided to keep the company at the lower level of employment, because it was less stressful to keep it at that level, since they owned The Nanny Company as well..

Alicia and Cal, who sold his body shop business to their son,, took an early retirement to babysit their two grandsons,

.

Helen and I are delighted to have received as a joint gift from our family; a small bust of Rodin’s thinker!

The plan

        Cover letter for The Plan

The plot of the story is fictitious. It was inspired by my various attempts to break through my wife’s dementia.

               THE PLAN

I remember the day was Wednesday when  I decided how to celebrate my wife’s birthday, which was on that Friday, and I wanted to do something special with her. I decided to take her to Malverne, where she grew up, as a form of of dementia therapy and socialization, besides.

I just planned to go to the movie theater there and  then  eat at Ayrkes restaurant nearby. I knew, from previous experience, that it was not a good idea to visit the home she lived in  growing up  until the day  we married. I was afraid she would make a fuss remembering the house.

I  decided we would  go by train from Babylon to Malverne. Taking a taxi from our home in  West Islip to the Babylon train station, I believed   would add another form of socialization.

I reckoned Saturday was the better day to go, since the  train would not be as crowded as on  a weekday. Also, I wasn’t sure whether a crowded train would upset her or not.

It would be best, I thought,  to tell her the  plan. I wanted to add a little excitement to our adventure, 

She was nervous when we got into the taxi. It settled her when I told  her that the cab ride was part of her birthday present; she smiled at that.

She was more relaxed while sitting next to the window on the train.

I was not sure what she was thinking as she  looked out at the scenery passing by; her demeanor was pensive. 

This part of the plan was a success!

It was a very short walk from the train station in Malverne to the movie House, which was a blessing for me, since Carole acted like she had never been there before and was taken in all the sites.

This part of the plan was a success, also.

I bought  the tickets and the popcorn and we made it to our seats without a hitch.

Since the lights were on and the movie hadn’t started, I decided I had to use the men’s room.

She seemed OK with that, so I went to the men’s room.

By the time I got back, the lights were off and the movie had started. As I headed towards our seats,

I quickly panicked. We sat in a section of the theater that had very few people and she wasn’t there. I thought she  might have moved to a different seat, but that was not the case. 

I asked a woman  worker  in the concession area if she would check   the ladies room for my wife. When the woman told me there was no one in the ladies bathroom, I panicked.

I then asked her and the other employees if they saw a woman leave the theater. Their answers were “no.”

 Then I really panicked.

I surmised, when I had gone to the men’s room,  Carole got mad and left; she didn’t  usually panic.

She had gone to Ayrkes,I surmised, again hoping she would follow the plan.

I walked , no I ran to Ayrkes. I entered the restaurant and looked  for her and then not  seeing her I asked the maître d’ if she had seen a woman enter the restaurant and leave. She said yes; I was relieved. I asked her what direction my wife walked. I just knew it was to the train station.Carole followed the plan, but it was not with me!

I had to wait for the next train to Babylon, since the ticket clerk told me  the express  train had just  left  the station going east. 

I had a gut feeling she was on that train. I relaxed somewhat, but I was still in the high alert mode!.

I gave him all my contact information and a  description of my wife, so I left to wait for the train. There was nothing more I could do.   

Since I had time before the next Babylon train arrived, I went to the nearby police station to report Carole missing. Once I explained that my wife had dementia, the desk sergeant immediately put out a call to all the police personal on duty.

When I got on the train, I went from one car to another to be sure Carole was not on the train; she wasn’t .

I was a nervous wreck again, since my train was local which meant it stopped at every station before getting to Babylon. 

When  the conductor punched my ticket, I asked him if the train before us was an express. His answer was “yes”.

The Question was one I couldn’t answer, “ did she make it home OK?” tormented me.

I thought  that she must’ve asked the conductor if  the  train stopped at Babylon  and how to get a ride home after  she left the train.

I had gone over the transportation plan a number of times with her, since I thought she might act up on the trains and in the taxis! I could  only pray she made it home ok. 

The taxi scheduler  at one of the taxi stands had gotten a lady a ride home to our home address.

I was able to totally relax on the taxi ride home.

When I got to the house, and noticed her jacket draped over a living room chair, I knew she was definitely home and I was very happy.

But she had been home quite a while and I figured she was in bed sleeping. 

I decided I needed a “drink.” A large one of scotch and water was my choice.

Since I had been sweating  profusely( it was January) through  most of the adventure without her, I needed a shower before I went to bed.

I quietly entered the darkened bedroom to get my PJs.

After showering and putting on my PJ’s, I went back  into the bedroom. Now the  light was on, and she was awake and just looked at me, with a smile, and said, “ where have you been?”

That was usually her invitation to something more intimate!

At that moment I decided I was ready and I would notify the Malverne police station later! 

                 Epilogue

Carole’s dementia in the story was taken from a period of time that Carole was in  the earliest stages of dementia.

Her later stages of dementia were manifested by the Sundown syndrome, and the constant 

need to go back to the house she was raised in. These symptoms were a prelude to a rapid decline in her physical and mental capabilities!