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McAvoy Layne
Several friends of ours, when I think about it, drink red wine, and of those particular friends, all are sociable, cordial, good natured and kind. Coincidence? I think not. There appears to be a direct correlation between red wine and civility, and if we examine the most volatile regions of the earth, the Middle East and Africa, we will discover a dearth of red wine.
These random thoughts are pure speculation, but now comes scientific evidence that red wine protects us from cognitive deterioration. Drinking a little red wine might just prevent us from walking into a room to get something, having that thing vaporize in our mind, and finding ourselves in a perfect vacuum, feeling not unlike an envelope without a stamp.
The research findings I cite here are from the work of David Teplow, a neurologist at UCLA. Teplow maintains in a recent issue of the Journal of Biological Chemistry that red wine blocks formation of the proteins that build the toxic plaques that destroy our brain cells. Polyphenols, (merlot is rich in polyphenols) inhibit and prevent buildup of toxic fibers in the brain.
Well, that’s all the proof I need. Besides, I read somewhere, it could have been the Bible, that he who does not love wine, women and song remains a fool his whole life.
I have one friend in particular (everybody deserves one friend he does not have to explain to his wife) who used to live in Texas and who drank beer copiously. He was the kind of guy who would pull the chair away as you were about to sit down, and not just once, but every time. Then he moved to California, met a nice girl, and started drinking merlot. Well, his morals improved, he became considerate of other people’s sensitivities, and started talking in complete sentences. I’ve never seen such a singular change in a man. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t take to the cloth before long and return to Texas with the intent of redeeming the soul of a particular Texan I know of who is going to be in sorry need of redemption here very shortly.
My recommendation regarding red wine is that you exercise daily to oxygenate the brain, take a 10-minute sunbath each afternoon to brighten your spirits, read a good book to stretch the brain, and then if you can’t remember your crazy aunt’s name, the one who lives in your attic, pour yourself a generous goblet of burgundy.
Beer, it’s been my experience, corrodes the stomach, and I have known beer drinkers who celebrate on first downs and conversions, to end up with Anhauser’s, which is a terrible thing.
So there’s my health tip for today, take it or leave it. Just remember, you can’t get to old age by another man’s road. The important thing, the essential thing, is that we endeavor so to live that when we come to die, even the undertaker will be sorry …
McAvoy Layne is an Incline Village resident who visits area schools as the ghost of Mark Twain.
These random thoughts are pure speculation, but now comes scientific evidence that red wine protects us from cognitive deterioration. Drinking a little red wine might just prevent us from walking into a room to get something, having that thing vaporize in our mind, and finding ourselves in a perfect vacuum, feeling not unlike an envelope without a stamp.
The research findings I cite here are from the work of David Teplow, a neurologist at UCLA. Teplow maintains in a recent issue of the Journal of Biological Chemistry that red wine blocks formation of the proteins that build the toxic plaques that destroy our brain cells. Polyphenols, (merlot is rich in polyphenols) inhibit and prevent buildup of toxic fibers in the brain.
Well, that’s all the proof I need. Besides, I read somewhere, it could have been the Bible, that he who does not love wine, women and song remains a fool his whole life.
I have one friend in particular (everybody deserves one friend he does not have to explain to his wife) who used to live in Texas and who drank beer copiously. He was the kind of guy who would pull the chair away as you were about to sit down, and not just once, but every time. Then he moved to California, met a nice girl, and started drinking merlot. Well, his morals improved, he became considerate of other people’s sensitivities, and started talking in complete sentences. I’ve never seen such a singular change in a man. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t take to the cloth before long and return to Texas with the intent of redeeming the soul of a particular Texan I know of who is going to be in sorry need of redemption here very shortly.
My recommendation regarding red wine is that you exercise daily to oxygenate the brain, take a 10-minute sunbath each afternoon to brighten your spirits, read a good book to stretch the brain, and then if you can’t remember your crazy aunt’s name, the one who lives in your attic, pour yourself a generous goblet of burgundy.
Beer, it’s been my experience, corrodes the stomach, and I have known beer drinkers who celebrate on first downs and conversions, to end up with Anhauser’s, which is a terrible thing.
So there’s my health tip for today, take it or leave it. Just remember, you can’t get to old age by another man’s road. The important thing, the essential thing, is that we endeavor so to live that when we come to die, even the undertaker will be sorry …
McAvoy Layne is an Incline Village resident who visits area schools as the ghost of Mark Twain.
