When 50 year olds tell me, "I'm getting awfully forgetful!", quite often my response is "I got bad news for ya - it gets worse the older you get!". How come I can remember that? Frequent repitition, maybe? ole whatchamacall'im - who gets no joy in that

tj -- rope-climbing in gym class was my best thing! I was under5ft tall, weighed less than 100 pounds, and somehow, every time, I out-shone all the other girls (who were very good athletes, unlike me, who performed miserably at every other sport). Touched the ceiling every time. Yay, me!

Speaking of knees…and hips…

I did not get it until explained, but I do not watch tv and really did not remember Simpsons. I also did not know the names.