I’ve noticed this memory thing happening lately. I’ve always had a weird memory. Numbers seem to be the magical thing. Numbers and lists. Those things I can memorize in a nearly freakish way. I remember the phone number for the house I lived in as a child. It was in New York and we moved out of that house and down to North Carolina when I was 8. Why I still remember that number, I have no idea but I can spout it off in the same sing-song way I did way back then. Read the rest . . .