Hush It S Epilepsy
I was behind the wheel of my Studebaker when I realized I did have a problem. It was 1957. I was driving on a one-way street in Chicago. Suddenly, I found myself staring at a car coming at me from the opposite direction. Fortunately, the car stopped short just a few inches in front of me, so no one was hurt. The driver pushed my car over to the side while I went to call Bory, who came to take me home....