A Saturday morning conversation with my sister: Jill Bolte Taylor- On Saturday morning my sister was in the city dropping off her daughter for her final driving lesson. The prospect of my niece becoming a licensed driver is a scary one, though I don’t suppose it is any more frightening than the specter sixteen year old version of myself hitting the pavement. Chats with my only sibling are alway a welcome event. We are less than two years apart (she is of course older and just over a year away from 40) and we’ve always been close. After dropping off her daughter, she dropped by for a quick chat. As always, an interesting topic came to light. This one was unexpected as it took the form of Jill Bolte Taylor.