What did you say your name was?
Last week’s chat about forgetting the keys and the glasses? Fuggedaboudit. This week’s unforgettable subject is even more serious. It’s about names. I used to be good at remembering names — until about the last 40 years or so. A few weeks ago, I was having a lunch meeting with two friends. At one point, I watched a fellow diner cross the room to the buffet. He looked familiar – but from where? Did he teach locally? Did he work at the post office? Maybe he was a local who had moved away? While I was pondering who he could be, he spotted me and crossed the room. Oh, no! ...