You reminded me of something I heard on NPR recently. When E.B. White was old and couldn't remember things, his son would sit and read to him. Sometimes he woul

You reminded me of something I heard on NPR recently. When E.B. White was old and couldn't remember things, his son would sit and read to him. Sometimes he would read pieces that White had written, and White would say, "Who wrote that one?" And his son would say, "You did." And White would say, "Not bad."