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Fools%u2019 Journey536pieces. There didn%u2019t seem to be any pattern to what she%u2019d lost, and occasionally she couldn%u2019t recall where something was stored in our home. So, not recalling the Knightstown Academy didn%u2019t surprise us, and I decided she needed to see it again.I thought the Academy was somewhere along the main drag, so I drove down Highway 40 %u2014 but couldn%u2019t find it. So when I spotted two teenaged girls walking on the sidewalk, I pulled over and asked for directions. Knightstown isn%u2019t a very big town, so they easily pointed the way. The slight detour was well worth it. The building was originally erected in 1876 as a Quaker school, and had since been converted into apartments for seniors, but still had rooms for community gatherings. The architecture is of the Second Empire style, with three main floors, the top one having a mansard roof. But the most striking features are the twin four-story towers. One is topped with a large, impressive globe, the other by an equally impressive telescope. Both appear to be crafted of zinc, which matches the roof trim. As I rounded a corner, and the building came into view, Lynn actually gasped, as if seeing it for the first time. On the rest of the way home, I pointed out some other places we%u2019d photographed, some of which she remembered, others she didn%u2019t.A few weeks later, we decided to go to Bob Evans for dinner. Although we drove by the restaurant regularly, we hadn%u2019t been inside since before the Covid pandemic, more than three years earlier. After we entered and were seated, Lynn said the interior wasn%u2019t familiar at all, and I had to remind her where the rest room was. I knew she was frustrated at having lost so much memory, but I told her that most people could never have the feeling of discovering something new for a second time, and she could. And now that she%u2019d seen the Knightstown Academy and the inside of Bob Evans, she%u2019d not forget them again.%u2022%u2022%u2022%u2022%u2022Because the Richmond Art Museum had been so pleased to accept some of my photographs, I decided to offer them to the Evansville Museum again. Rather than relying on email, I sent a package this