It seems rather odd to me that the older I get the crazier my memory seems to behave. If I want to remember something like a name or place or event, it sometimes eludes me for the immediate moment. But at any other time, those facts readily present themselves with no hesitation. And without invitation. I can remember the most vivid details of anything that casually comes to mind, but trying to elaborate upon them once remembered is chasing smoke with a net. Some things just aren’t meant to be easy in the upper years of life I suppose. And some things have never been easy. Such is life.