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I once wished that I had the ability to remember everything that ever happened detail by detail, like other people I have met during the course of my disaster err life.

Remembering dates would be nice, like birthdays, and the years of special events could be helpful, but apparently that particular higher function of my brain has always been beyond my grasp.

However; a faulty memory can, at times, be a good thing. To forget is divine… shouldn’t that be added to the list of great literary quotes?

 There are things I wish I could forget, like ol’ whats her name that I misspent my youth on (unfortunately, that name is burned into my mind, and refuses to be bleached out.)… being arrested, for of all things, forgetting to pay a traffic ticket would also be nice.

The young girl who stole my heart, and returned it shattered and bleeding, or so it seemed at the ripe old age of seventeen. She is solely responsible for ol’ whats her name to get her talons on the broken pieces and keep them for nearly a decade. Ok, so I lied, it was my own stupid fault, but it sounds better to the idiot author! Just because little miss right dumped me is no reason to settle for little miss not even close!

Out of simple fairness I should point out that little miss alien invasion did produce a perfect son, one that was the true bright spot in nearly a decade of self induced home invasion by a transient species.

An apology is in order, I am not, nor have I ever been perfect, (if I was, it is merely a faulty memory.) and she was not solely to blame… I may not have been her idea of Mr. perfect either, but I really can’t remember.

Now if only I could find my mind, I seem to have misplaced it!

Thomas H. Forthe

I seem to be locked in a time loop. Everything is reverting to my teen years, and because I can, with the aid of the Internet I am reliving memories I vaguely remember….

The band “Sweet” returned to the forefront of my conscious, a by product of Youtube, and the Internet age. “Ballroom Blitz” was a distant memory until, with a few strokes of the keyboard, the song roared back to life complete with memories of jamming out to it on a “cruise” night! I don’t know how I never managed to store the bands name in memory back then… perhaps an herb had a role to play in that particular faulty memory, or a girl, or well, we’ll stop there and leave it to the collective imaginations….

All I know is after visiting Amazon, I now own “Sweets” greatest hits… and “Hearts”, I know, I have a new addiction! Not all the oldies are on Youtube, but the list is growing and the collection is too.

The good old days weren’t always that good though, if memory serves, there were days I would much rather forget. Not all memories are meant to be shared, and in certain cases, I truly wish the brain had a delete function and I could eradicate a few dozen or so!

When immortalizing teenage memories I find it useful to occasionally look back at those to remind myself that doing it all over again is really not an option, or at least, not one I would ever care to utilize.

Music is normally a safe zone though, and as long as I avoid ol’ whats her names favorite song, I do ok. Strange how a song can trigger memories strong enough to nearly relive them.

Set aside some time, log onto Youtube, and let the fog of years fade away… there’s a teen inside you just itching to get out and jam!

Thomas H. Forthe

How many of us flow through life, carefully laying aside keep sakes for a quick trip down memory lane? How many of us reach a point where memory lane can fill a large storage shed?

I once thought I had cleared out a large batch of memories, but on closer inspection I found I had merely stored it for later. I am pretty sure that I do not stand alone in my folly.

In today’s economic idiocy, it pays to slash unnecessary bills, and one good place to start is the insidious storage shed.

Why I chose to keep three copies of certain books is beyond me, for that matter, so is how I came to acquire three copies….

Partial Encyclopedias, not complete sets mind you, but two or three books hold certain special memories of grocery store specials that were not so special.

A coffee cup collection, carefully wrapped in old newsprint is another necessity that everyone should have the privilege of paying to store! Lids to cooking pots that have long missed their match, and broken yard tools that ended up replaced because I forgot they were gathering rust, awaiting their call to glory.

Clothing that might one day be needed in a pinch, such as if they quit making more… nuclear winter anyone?

Old furniture that would grace any fireplace in the country, need I say more?

Thomas H. Forthe