jerryc41 wrote:
The memory is an odd feature of the brain. When I was a kid, there was a kids' show that had Buster Brown Shoes as a sponsor. That was over seventy years ago, and I still remember the tag line. "I'm Buster Browne. I live in a shoe. That's my dog Tige. He lives in there, too. Yet, I can't remember why I walked into a room or where I left something.
I remember that show, and I'm the same way. I remember Buffalo Bob Smith and Howdy Doody, and know the words to songs from the early 60s but can't remember passwords. I walk to my garage/shop, and don't know why. What day of the week is it? Let me look at my phone. But I remember my childhood phone number and my Uncle's back then. Sometimes I forget how old I am, probably because I'm trying to forget. I can't remember people's names but can identify 50s and 60s cars by year and make, and what engine was in most of them. I'm lucky I remember my great-grandkids names. I remember things I did when I was 16, but forget what I did yesterday. Now I forget why I'm writing this.