Mavarin muses about memory. Makes me wonder why all that stuff stays in there, long after it is useless. Why do we hum "Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer weiner" when obviously we do not.
My very educated Mother just sat upon nine pillows. One thing to remember it and another to know what it was for. I wonder.
True vigins make dull companions will set your boat straight somehow. St. Wapniacl will tell you the members of President Roosevelt's cabinet. Quickly we educate rapid typists, yet, understand, I order practice will help you type.
My phone number in 1937 was 935-M. M meant two rings, but one ring was for somebody else on the party line. You could listen in, but they were a pretty dull family so you didn't bother, often. In 1923 I lived at 612 Alpine Drive in Beverly Hills though it was not known as 90210.
My mind is filled with such stuff. No wonder I once forgot my Grandson's name.
Sorry, Marshall, I hope you understand.