Red Sox and Yankees Tied in 12th

Feeling very retro tonight. Just
noticed that all of the graphics on today’s edition of the News are in
black and white.  Listening to the pivotal 5th game of the American
League Championship between the Red Sox and the Yankees on the radio.

That’s right. Local sports superstation WEEI is rebroadcasting
the ALCS and World Series on Thursday nights, one game a week.

For someone whose memory has been compared to a wheel
of swiss cheese, it is almost as good as the first time. Using tricks
of mind control learned during years of esoteric pursuits it is even
possible to forget who wins, at least until we are interrupted by Norma
Yvonne telling us to turn down the volume.

As our dear mother can surely testify, we have always
been memory-challenged. Our youth was festooned with notes pinned to
sweaters, yarn tied to fingers, mittens wired together by long cords
reaching up our sleeves and across our back, reminders penned on palms
and incessant admonitions for forgetfulness.

It may have been absent-mindedness, or lack of focus,
or attention deficit disorder, but as we matured we developed work-arounds,
mnemonics, habits and routines to compensate.  Now that we are getting
older, no longer juggling the details of four lives, more focused on
the big picture, we are getting more forgetful again. We’ve lost our
keys twice in the last four months, after not having done so since college.

It occurs to us as the Red Sox and Yankees move into
the 12th inning that eventually this memory thing could save us some
money. We could watch the Director’s Cut of Blade Runner and listen to
the Yankees lose over and over, and they would never get old.