dkmacin - with regard to my memory, you've provided an antidote to the ever-increasing evidence of how rotten it is. The other day one of my students from last semester came to see me in the office and I had no idea what his name was.
I've been told many times that as people get older their memories divide into two distinct compartments: the one containing clear-as-a-bell recollections from years back, and the useless one dealing with the past few weeks. I can't remember stuff that happened three days ago, but I clearly recall hearing, on that day in Rhode Island in 1976, listening to the radio and hearing some newscaster in a helicopter announce: "Here comes the U.S. ship, the beautiful Eagle! I can see the red and blue stripes on the hull clearly, even from this distance!"
Another vivid memory from a few years back. I had outpatient surgery one Friday to have a stone removed. (Let's drop that subject.) The following Monday a student - a nice young lady, and extremely courteous - came to see me with a trivial question about something or other. I answered the question and she got up to leave. On her way out the door she stopped and said, "Dr. Tilley, by any chance did you have surgery in the hospital last Friday?" I said, "why yes, Ms. So-and-So, as a matter of fact I did. Why?" She looked incredibly relieved, and said, "Oh, thank goodness! I had an operation last Friday too, and when I was waking up in the recovery room the first thing I heard was the sound of your voice, and I thought I must have died and gone to hell."
Ever have one of those moments when you KNOW you picked the right profession?
Youth, talent, hard work, and enthusiasm are no match for old age and treachery.