The Saturday before Memorial Day, my parents and I journeyed to New York City. Instead of buying a smurf figurine at F A O Schwartz or gawking at the ferris wheel inside the Toys R Us on Times Square like I did during the last bus trip back in November 2008 , I held a human brain. You read me. There was a human brain. In my hand. Granted, it had went through a process called polymer preservation, so it wasn't gooey and would not have satisfied a zombie's hunger - but it was real. As were the rest of the over 200 human bodies and specimens that were displayed in Bodies...The Exhibition at the South Street Seaport. I didn't quite know what to expect when mom told me she'd found half-price tickets and wanted to go. She's a medical transcriptionist, so she gets paid to type about parts of the body I don't even know exist. My first non-Crayola colored pencils were thanks to an anatomy class she took when I was young. I've been meaning to study the human form in m...