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I wonder how many of you have been in some way tracking your experience and noticing how much of what's going on is kind of that we just forget and then remember and forget and remember.

And sometimes the forgetting can be moments and sometimes it's really long stretches.

So this is a story about a long stretch.

When he was very young, he waved his arms, gnashed the teeth of his massive jaws and trumped around the house so that the dishes trembled in the China cabinet.

Oh, for goodness sake, as mother said, you're not a dinosaur, you're a human being.

And since he was not a dinosaur, he thought for a time that he might be a pirate, seriously as father said at some point, what do you want to be?

A fireman then, or a policeman, or a soldier, some kind of hero?

But in high school, they gave him tests and told him he was very good with numbers.

Perhaps he'd like to be a math teacher.

That was respectable or a tax accountant.

He could make a lot of money doing that.

It seemed a good idea to make money, what with falling in love and thinking about raising a family.

So he was a tax accountant, even though he sometimes regretted that it made him well small.

And he felt even smaller when he was no longer a tax accountant but a retired tax accountant.

And still worse, a retired tax accountant who forgot things.

He forgot to take the garbage to the curb, he forgot to take his pill, he forgot to turn his hearing aid back on.

Every day it seemed he had forgotten more things, important things like which of his children lived in San Francisco and which of his children were married or divorced.

Then one day, when he was out for a walk by the lake, he forgot what his mother had told him.

He forgot that he was not a dinosaur.

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