Don't you just hate it when you had that whiz bang idea for a post and somewhere between going to the bathroom and the breaking news it slips past the gray matter down the Alzheimer hole of lost thoughts? It was here just a minute ago. Now where did it go? Is this what we have to look forward to when age takes it's toll? Of all the stuff I used to know, the places I've been and the people I've worked with it's all slowly fading like a morning mist. There were instructors who taught many a recertification course and I know of one who I just can't remember his name when I think of him. Every time the thought of him comes to mind I can see him. I remember what he said but I'll be damned if I can remember his name when I try to remember it. Then sometime later when I least expect it that name pops up like it should have been there all the time. Funny how the human brain works. So fear not it'll come to me sometime. Maybe tomorrow or maybe not. Now what was I saying?
