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Bohm and David Joseph Bohm are related in which case Georg Cantor may have known David's family.
We know that the younger David J. Bohm personally knew Einstein. If there was indeed a family connection between Georg Cantor and David Bohm, it is quite possible that Cantor also personally knew Einstein, both having lived at the same time with Einstein being born a mere 34 years after Cantor.
1795-1876: Joseph Bohm
1845-1918: Georg Cantor
1879-1955: Albert Einstein
1917-1992: David Joseph Bohm
Max's notebook was captivating if not outlandish but it still didn't explain his frequent trips or his disappearance. It did explain his fascination with Einstein, however. Apparently he was attempting to connect Einstein to his own ancestors.
Brody set the notebook aside and went to the window. Max, Brody pleaded, where the hell are you? WHO the hell are you?
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Rochester, New York
Ellen had been remembering the whispered stories about her great-aunt Martha who'd spent most of her adult years at the Rochester State Hospital, which was the sanitized name for the Monroe County Insane Asylum. The asylum had started out as a poorhouse for "the raving maniac, the young child, the infirm old man, and the seducer's victim" throwing criminals, orphans, the poor and the mentally ill all together under one roof.
Martha believed that there were space aliens among us who'd been sent here to gauge our reaction to extraterrestrials. When the time was right they'd send a signal to their mother ship and the aliens would descend and change the world. Believing that she herself could communicate with these aliens, Martha was often seen having animated conversations with her invisible space friends. She was prone to fits of laughing during these conversations, sometimes laughing until she passed out. Fearing that she would harm herself, her husband had her committed.
New York State issued a Medical Certificate of Lunacy officially committing Martha to the asylum. The doctors were successful in treating her laughing fits. Once committed, she never laughed again. The belief in space aliens, however, did not end. Martha claimed that the doctors had cut off her line of communication and that she was missing important messages from her friends. If she was alert, she was usually crying so they generally kept her sedated.
Martha was the family skeleton. Whenever someone in the family did something odd, eyebrows would raise and everyone would whisper, "Oh dear! I hope they're not going the way of Martha!" Ellen had never met her great-aunt. Right now she was afraid that she herself was "going the way of Martha."
"No!" she cried, jumping off the chair and dropping the phone on the floor. "I'm not crazy! I'm not! Jimmy... I'll call Jimmy!" When Jimmy answered the phone, Ellen was frantic.
"Jimmy, you've got to come over right away! Something awful has happened!"
"What? What's wrong? Are you all right?"
"Yes. No! Just please come over right now, okay? It's urgent. I need your help!"
"Okay. Be there as soon as I can. But you're all right? Really?"
"Just come quick, Jimmy." Ellen was crying.
"Hang on, hon. I'm on my way. Should I bring anything? Tools? A helper? Anything?"
Ellen was extremely competent and if she needed help it was usually a tough job. She always tried to do things on her own before calling Jimmy. He had never heard her sound so distraught. This was something new to him.
"No Jimmy, just bring you!" Ellen wailed. "Please hurry!"
Jimmy had a long drive so there was plenty of time to get worked up over what might be wrong. Jimmy was a worrier by nature and he always agitated himself more than the situation called for.
Naked trees heavy with icicles whizzed past his car window like so many marching soldiers. December's pristine beauty was lost on him as he replayed Ellen's tortured cry for help. By the time he arrived at Ellen's, he was nearly as frantic as she. Ellen had been waiting in the doorway and when he got
We know that the younger David J. Bohm personally knew Einstein. If there was indeed a family connection between Georg Cantor and David Bohm, it is quite possible that Cantor also personally knew Einstein, both having lived at the same time with Einstein being born a mere 34 years after Cantor.
1795-1876: Joseph Bohm
1845-1918: Georg Cantor
1879-1955: Albert Einstein
1917-1992: David Joseph Bohm
Max's notebook was captivating if not outlandish but it still didn't explain his frequent trips or his disappearance. It did explain his fascination with Einstein, however. Apparently he was attempting to connect Einstein to his own ancestors.
Brody set the notebook aside and went to the window. Max, Brody pleaded, where the hell are you? WHO the hell are you?
Table of Contents
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Rochester, New York
Ellen had been remembering the whispered stories about her great-aunt Martha who'd spent most of her adult years at the Rochester State Hospital, which was the sanitized name for the Monroe County Insane Asylum. The asylum had started out as a poorhouse for "the raving maniac, the young child, the infirm old man, and the seducer's victim" throwing criminals, orphans, the poor and the mentally ill all together under one roof.
Martha believed that there were space aliens among us who'd been sent here to gauge our reaction to extraterrestrials. When the time was right they'd send a signal to their mother ship and the aliens would descend and change the world. Believing that she herself could communicate with these aliens, Martha was often seen having animated conversations with her invisible space friends. She was prone to fits of laughing during these conversations, sometimes laughing until she passed out. Fearing that she would harm herself, her husband had her committed.
New York State issued a Medical Certificate of Lunacy officially committing Martha to the asylum. The doctors were successful in treating her laughing fits. Once committed, she never laughed again. The belief in space aliens, however, did not end. Martha claimed that the doctors had cut off her line of communication and that she was missing important messages from her friends. If she was alert, she was usually crying so they generally kept her sedated.
Martha was the family skeleton. Whenever someone in the family did something odd, eyebrows would raise and everyone would whisper, "Oh dear! I hope they're not going the way of Martha!" Ellen had never met her great-aunt. Right now she was afraid that she herself was "going the way of Martha."
"No!" she cried, jumping off the chair and dropping the phone on the floor. "I'm not crazy! I'm not! Jimmy... I'll call Jimmy!" When Jimmy answered the phone, Ellen was frantic.
"Jimmy, you've got to come over right away! Something awful has happened!"
"What? What's wrong? Are you all right?"
"Yes. No! Just please come over right now, okay? It's urgent. I need your help!"
"Okay. Be there as soon as I can. But you're all right? Really?"
"Just come quick, Jimmy." Ellen was crying.
"Hang on, hon. I'm on my way. Should I bring anything? Tools? A helper? Anything?"
Ellen was extremely competent and if she needed help it was usually a tough job. She always tried to do things on her own before calling Jimmy. He had never heard her sound so distraught. This was something new to him.
"No Jimmy, just bring you!" Ellen wailed. "Please hurry!"
Jimmy had a long drive so there was plenty of time to get worked up over what might be wrong. Jimmy was a worrier by nature and he always agitated himself more than the situation called for.
Naked trees heavy with icicles whizzed past his car window like so many marching soldiers. December's pristine beauty was lost on him as he replayed Ellen's tortured cry for help. By the time he arrived at Ellen's, he was nearly as frantic as she. Ellen had been waiting in the doorway and when he got
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