Early as usual, Caren Jew arrives at my home on a brisk Sunday afternoon. We marvel together at the ease of the journey to and from Bethesda today via the Capital Crescent Trail, faster pace than expected. My attempt to demonstrate the Memory Palace technique (by reciting "In My Journal" by William Stafford) is only partially successful — I need to work on methods to learn poems. Caren and I talk about what we remember from a young age, e.g., my PlasticMemory, and her recollection of falling out of a grocery cart at age 4. Ouch!
^z - 2011-04-06