I have a stunning memory for stories. I may not remember what i did yesterday but I remember people's stories. I was with a friend last week and remembered the story he told me of his grandmother thirty years ago. I still use his story of going in to
call his grandmother for supper and finding her with a nylon stocking wrapped around her neck like a scarf shouting at the moon: It's not true!
The first part Mike figured out - astronauts had just landed on the moon and his grandmother was protesting. No big deal.
"But why do you have a nylon wrapped around your neck?" he asked.
"Oh that," she replied, "I've had that on for a week. I was waiting for someone to notice..."