Thursday, August 2, 2012
Close to Nowhere
I can’t remember
• Pop told me the other day that he and our daughter Dana were concerned — they’ve decided I’m becoming senile.
That’s definitely the pot calling the kettle black — in both cases!
I don’t think I’m becoming senile — I’ve had old-timer’s disease as long as I can remember. (yes, pun intended).
One of the many reasons I, along with nearly everyone else, can’t remember anything anymore is because I (we) are just simply too busy.
My days are so crammed with stuff I gotta do and stuff I gotta remember and, and, and...
Everyone I know has the same kind of days.
I’ve heard it said that you can only cram so much into your brain and then other stuff starts leaking out. I wish it wasn’t the important stuff that leaked out of my brain — I can remember totally dumb stuff. If I have a pot boiling on the stove though, as long as I’m not looking directly at it, it leaves my brain and I’ve burnt whatever, again.
People’s memories are funny things. Pop, Dana and I have all talked about a very mundane incident that happened when Dana was a teenager. There are three different versions — mine, hers and his. And I’m betting, not a one of us remembers it exactly the way it happened.
• One thing I do remember clearly is the very first Slurpee I ever had. There was a 7-11 convenience store just down the block from where we lived and a friend and I often made trips there to get a candy bar or soda (I was a Pepsi drinker even then).
Some of my friends and I made one of our treks to the 7-11 and the clerk behind the counter — who knew us all well — offered us a sample of the new treat that 7-11 was going to be selling.
He gave us all small paper cups full of grape Slurpee! We thought we’d died and gone to heaven! Giving us those small papers cups was a brilliant marketing strategy. All of us made frequent trips to the corner 7-11 for Slurpees after that.
I can even remember Dana’s first Slurpees. Pop, then Daddy and I — Mommy, not Bumpy — used to put Dana in her stroller and walk to a different corner 7-11, near where we lived in midtown Memphis. Dana loved Slurpees and learned to drink from a straw on them.
On 7-11-2012, 7-11 celebrated their 85th birthday and the birthday of the famous Slurpee (not the 85th though) by giving Slurpees away.
Nearest 7-11 to us — not worth the drive — it’s in St. Louis, Mo.
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