I just addressed a get well card to a friend’s mother. She’s in the hospital back in my home town, so I went online to check the hospital’s mailing address. As I copied the street number on the envelope, I realized I didn’t need to check the zip code, even though I haven’t lived there in many years. Like my first phone number (Howard 6 … Continue reading Memory glitches
Somewhere along the (life) line I have become absolutely terrible at remembering names. I guess I was no better or worse than average for most of my life, but I am now embarrassingly bad at it. For instance, my nice neighbors, Monty and Mary Jo, babysit for their two adorable grandsons during the week while the boys’ parents are at work. When the older boy … Continue reading Sorry, but the name escapes me
Kate Mahar writes . . . 