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• What that means exactly I do not know. She probably told me sometime in the past, but right now, I simply cannot recall. I am perfectly happy just forgetting that for the time.
• Why is it I can remember things I do not want to remember and I cannot remember the things that I need to remember? For instance, I can remember the year my wife was born, but I can never recall the month or the day. As a good husband, I should reverse that, not remember the year and positively remember the month and day.
• Why is it when my wife is giving me a piece of her mind, all I can remember at the time is a funny incident that happened to me earlier that morning? Smiling at a time like that is not advantageous to a happy life of the husband. When she asks, "What is so funny?" I cannot tell her I was not listening to her but thinking about something else.
• My memory was jogged earlier this week when a certain incident happened at the Post Office.
• Anybody who knows me knows that I am not in any way shape or form a hugger. I am a firm believer in what the Bible says, "the right hands of fellowship" (Galatians 2:9). I am vigorous in this handshaking ceremony. That is about as far as it goes.
• I had quite forgotten my position along this line, or rather; I should say why I came to this position.
• Standing in a very long line at the post office at which time I was in somewhat of a hurry to get through a lady walked in. She looked at me and says, "Oh, it's so nice to see you. I haven't seen you for a long time." Then she caught me off guard and gave me a hug.
• I did not know who this woman was; I could not remember ever seeing her before. With the way my memory is these days, I pretended as if she was a long-lost friend of mine. She chatted about stuff that really did not make any sense to me at the time. I smiled and nodded my head and chatted away to her about things I am sure did not mean anything to her.
• I was not really paying attention and as the line moved forward, something dawned on me.
• You know how it is when all of a sudden something hits you. Your vacationing memory comes home and unpacks. Well, that happened to me standing there in line.
• By the time I had figured out what had happened, it was too late to do anything about it. When she hugged me, she stepped in front of me and therefore was ahead of me in line.

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