While sleeping, I imagined a commercial for medication that treats depression set to the tune of Terry Stafford's oldie, "Suspicion." I imagined the jingle as, "Depression...There is hope for you..." Maybe it's not surprising, with suspicion and depression both having three syllables, that my mind would make that connection. Still, I haven't heard "Suspicion" on the radio in about 40 years.
How disparate ideas fuse themselves in the brain remains a mystery to me.
