As I drove north from Maryland and Delaware into Pennsylvania to New Jersey on Saturday afternoon, up ahead, some distance of miles and luck of the draw, John Nash and his wife were ending their lives in an automobile crash at interchange 8a of route 95 only a matter of distance from the car I drove, and I, oblivious but for distance, was not near the accident.
What was called a beautiful mind went off into an uncharted theorem free of body and mind.
We ate Chinese food with Maria.
Maria is 87.
Nash was 86.