![]() ![]() But the neuroscientist in me stepped in and saved me. And so I'm frazzled, and I'm so upset with myself, and I want to blame this whole frustrating experience on my memory. And I'm about ready to call a friend who's a Boston police officer to ask what to do when I finally just randomly happened upon it exactly where I parked it on level three. I'm thinking the only explanation left is my car's probably been stolen. I'm pressing the button on my car remote, hoping to see the flashing lights or hear a beep-beep. ![]() So maybe it was level four or could be level five. So I thought I had parked on level three, but I couldn't find it there. I'm back at the parking garage, and I could not remember where I parked my car. So I got out of the car quickly, ran off a couple of blocks to the venue, gave my one-hour talk, signed some books, and I was done within an hour and a half. GENOVA: And I parked my car in a parking garage. ZOMORODI: This is neuroscientist and novelist Lisa Genova. I was somewhere in my mid-40s, and I drove from Cape Cod to Cambridge, Mass., to give a talk. ![]()
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