If I were prone to magical thinking, the single sole solitary raspberry that caught my eye perched amid acres of bare raspberry bushes, might be taken as a sign, an attempt by the universe to send me a message, a communication of sorts. Alan Crabtree who was hiking by my side when I spotted that raspberry, said, “Last one of the season,” And without a further thought I picked it and chewed it down. It was perfectly tasty and I found myself repeating that line, “last one of the season” as I savored it and ground the seeds between my teeth, It’s already mid-October as I write, and it’s only after I got home and returned to reading papers on ellagic acid and urolithins that I began to wonder at the anomaly of finding such a perfect raspberry so late in the season. Perhaps it was a serendipitous reminder to put my thoughts to paper.
I spent two days in Seattle a week before finding that berry and spent much of my time with my old friend Dr. Davis Lamson. The last time I saw Davis in person was at the OncANP conference in New Mexico just as the pandemic was taking hold. For a guy pushing 90, Dr. Lamson certainly doesn’t look or act like it. He seems to have stopped aging about a decade back, which is probably why I pay attention when he’s excited about a new supplement.










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