The down side of turning 50 is you forget everything. The upside is ... the upside is... What the heck is the upside, I forget. Anybody else out there having memory problems? Worried you're headed for Alzheimer's at an early age? There are pills you can take, I forget the name.
I recently ran into someone with my son Ben. Who was that guy? I asked Ben. Then I faintly detected the soft high pitched whirrring sounds of Ben's 27 year old mind. It sounds like a dremel.
Winding up. WhirrrrrrrrRRRRRRngggggggg (winding down). 'He's the guy you knew in Boy Scouts, Fred. You liked him. You went caving with him at a Boy Scout event. You had fun'.
'Oh. Thanks Ben'.
Not long after, My Lovely Wife Pat was regaling me with stories about her lunch with girlfriends at a local fairport eatery. 'We had a cake, what was it? Red something cake. Shoot, what was it? Red. That cake??' I knew what it was, I could taste it, I could see it, I couldn't find the name. Where was that name. Imagine an army. Wandering the countryside. In search of an enemy. Wandering Wandering. No enemy.
Then I heard sounds. Cough, Wheeeeze, Clunk. clunk. clunk. The sound of our 50 something brains looking for a name of a cake.
'Red Chiffon cake' I offered. Nope. 'Red shirt cake. Something like that'.
Maybe we should call Ben I offered. That earned a dirty look.
We kept thinking. Cough. Clunk. Clunk. (I heard quiet gears softly grinding, like when the Lovely Pat drives a standard). Sputter. Cough. On and on it went all through Saturday.
The next day Pat snaps her fingers. Red Velvet Cake. Whew. I feel better. Should've called Ben.
© 2008 Jamie - 12/21/11