I could start by reciting a list of misremembered lines from movies, or I could impress you with scientific findings about the unreliability of memory. Instead, I’ll reinforce both of those thoughts with my own experience & just say “Whoops!”
I went back to Coit Tower last month, and the result is a follow-up story to my essay, “Lillie’s Legacy.” Instead of banishing me from their archives, the editors of 1966 Journal, who fact-checked my piece so thoroughly, appreciated my “mea culpa” and published it on their blog. Here it is.
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