You really should go read something worth your while like Martyn Cornell's latest post over at Zythophile - and not this story. Mine is but a cheap cut and paste job from Google news while his is a good in depth bit about the colour of mild. Yet his does not once reference a lady who received a young man's heart in a transplant and [Ed.: cue the "Twilight Zone" music.] now craves beer:
"Now that you've had this miracle, what do you want more than anything else?" "Actually," I replied, "I'm dying for a beer right now." I was mortified that I had given such a flippant answer, and also surprised. I didn't even like beer. But the craving I felt was specifically for the taste of beer.Bwahahahaha!!! Either that story is nine days late or six and a half months early. Anyway, like I say, go read Martyn. Someone is doing excellent work out there.That evening, an odd notion occurred to me: maybe the donor of my new organs, this young man from Maine, had been a beer drinker. Was it possible that my new heart had reached me with its own set of tastes and preferences?
