“This is the best steak I have had since Cheyenne, Wyoming, in 1977,” commented my dad, visiting me in Buenos Aires from out of town. As I took a bite of our shared steak, I understood how he could make such a bold proclamation. However, I was pretty baffled by how precise his memory was about the last best steak he had.
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