The human brain is an amazing thing … especially when it’s working.
I wouldn’t know.
There are days when I cannot remember the names of my children.
But, I have no trouble remembering all of the words to a dirty limerick that Terry Hougendobler sang to me after we climbed to the top of an old dead tree in the Clay Pit on Pleasant Street when I was in the fourth grade.
P— Pot Pete, Came over the hill with 120 pounds …
Well, we won’t go there … it’s only Tuesday and too early for me to let loose with my weekend vino, tongue muscle fatigue and the bellowing of dirty ditties.
But I can’t remember if I ate breakfast and I can remember the Clay Pit and the dirty limerick? What the heck is that all about?
Oh yeah, I think it’s called Getting Old.
Stacy, Geoffrey, Christopher and Benjamin.
The names of my kids.
I mean really, who the heck could remember that?!
Here’s to you Terry, for keeping my brain active — even into old age.