I used to remember everything! Times and days for all my favorite TV shows? No problem. Although, to be fair, there weren’t that many channels, but still… Who’s competing in Battle of the Network Stars this year? I know! And don’t even get me started on the theme songs! I still don’t know what the heck “Schlemiel Schlimazel” means, but the urge to bend at the knee when I hear it is strong. How is it possible that I remember that Mary Crosby shot J.R. but not what I had for dinner yesterday? How can I still be confused by Wonder Woman time jumping from the 1940s to the 1970s but not know where I put my glasses? Do we reach a certain age and our brain says, “All full?” Maybe I just have to accept that my memory has jumped the shark.