I don’t remember the sequence leading up to it, but I received a call from a reporter from the Times asking  me about the horrendous treatment of my mother in two visits to the ER. It was for an article about how people were treated in the ER. I described the hallucinations my mother had while in there. When the article came out my mother said, “So this is how you describe an old woman’s experience by making me the laughing stock of Jackson Heights.” She saw how crestfallen and guilty I looked and started laughing. And then told me to dial up relatives and friends so she could tell them all about it.