
The other day I was holding my baby a.k. the youngest [see above], looking around the room in panic, saying, “WHERE’S THE BABY?!” [really happened]
So you have forgotten where you put your car keys. You just can’t remember the name of a friend you have known for ages. You are looking for your sunglasses and finally find them — on your face. The most dramatic example I ever saw happened at Preservation Hall in New Orleans with a jazz group. The aging leader of his group tried to introduce the jazz players. He couldn’t remember the name of his own brother. Continue reading