Older folks will understand why I love this story. Younger folks can read it as “a preview of coming attractions!”
A man about my age was walking down the street when he saw another man approaching. As they got face-to-face, the first man said, “I’m sorry. I know we’ve met. But for the life of me, I can’t remember your name.” The second man looked at his shoes for a moment. Then he looked up and said, “How soon do you need to know?”
Certain kinds of memory loss are no laughing matter; ask anyone who’s close to someone who suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. But for many of us, normal aging involves memory glitches that create some pretty funny situations. Take it from a 75-year-old who knows!
At least once a day, I go upstairs to get something, only to forget what I’m after by the time I get there. So I go back down, hoping to rekindle my memory by returning to the site of my original inspiration. Then I realize I can’t even remember where I was when I embarked on this ill-fated adventure!
An old Irish saying declares, “There are three things that are real: God, human folly, and laughter. The first two are beyond our comprehension, so we must do what we can with the third.” I am so totally down with that!
OK, where was I? Oh, right. Here, for laughs — plus a dash of poignancy — is “Forgetfulness,” another great Billy Collins poem…
by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones …