The longer you live, the more memories you make, if you’re lucky.

I’ll admit, my memory fails me at times, but it’s usually names that are at the top of my fail list. Thankfully, I remember a whole lot of other stuff, though.

Young folks scoff when we of a certain age begin too many sentences with, “I remember when… the new Frazer’s on the corner was once Parker’s gas station across from Lenny’s pub; our backyard was overgrown and impassable when we moved in; the price of our first house in Newnan was $40,000; babies toddled, and then teenagers drove, and then they moved out, and now they are men - working, aging, married men – with jobs, weddings, wives, and children; Peter Pan collars and circle pins; The Beatles on Ed Sullivan and at Atlanta's Fulton County Stadium when tickets were a

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