I can't remember my memory being this bad, which shouldn't surprise you if you read on. There are signs that I'm losing it. While ordering lunch the other day, in the minute from deciding and closing the menu to placing the order with the waitress, I completely forgot what it was that I wanted. Things worsened a few nights later when I was discussing Broadway shows with a friend at one of my favorite watering holes. (Don't ask me which one.) "Hello, Dolly" came up in the conversation and neither of us could remember the name of the restaurant to which Dolly Levi returns after a long absence.
"It's something like Magnolia Gardens," I said, knowing I was close but not quite on the money. "I'll probably wake up at about four in the morning and know the right name, so I'll call you." I only meant it as a joke, however, sure enough, in the wee small hours I woke up and exclaimed "Harmonia Gardens!" Unfortunately, by that point, I'd completely forgotten who it was I'd been talking to. If you read this and remember being the person in question, will you please try to remember to let me know next time I see you. Now what was it I meant to write about? Ah, yes. I remember it... well...
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