It's a funny thing about memory.......... Can't seem to remember why I walked into the room (to find my glasses), where I put my glasses (on top of my head), or where I left my keys (in my hand). But ask me about a day at South Beach in 1965, or the Gables vs Southwest Football Game on Thanksgiving 1967, and I can tell you all about it. We remember our friends old telephone numbers yet can't remember anybody's new cellphone number. We can drive down a street we haven't been on in 30 years and point out who lived where and what party we went to.
Here to put a smile on your face are a few familiar images