“As a long-time investigator by trade, my strongest weapon/secret power was that (get ready) … I looked dumb. (It’s amazing what people will say when they think that the person, they are saying it to is too stupid to process information.) I was able to super-charge that weapon by speaking in mono-syllable words. Once the cuffs were on, so to speak, I’d break out the three, four and five syllable words and feel a certain glee as I watched the jaws drop. That was the yang. Mensa was the yin. My very survival depended upon the balance. I’ve recently slowed down my crook-chasing and now can spend more time nourishing my brain.
Age and injuries no longer allow me to run in high heels or hop fences, but nothing can stop me from broadening my mental horizons. That’s why I’m here. And, in fact, it’s probably why we’re all here. Bring it on!”