I recall the Cooties game. Hadn’t thought of it in ages.
I remember that date of 1619 from high school.
I had very minor cases of all the “childhood diseases” (1950s). My younger sister caught them from me and had them worse, although not life-threatening.
I don’t think he can remember his own name.
Years ago, security got the idea of randomly generating a new 8 character password, every 3 months, for each of 6 USAF bases. And don’t dare write it down!
We’ve been experimenting with making our own pizza, starting with the bread machine. Last batch was rye bread crust.
I check that every morning.
I retired in 2004. The weird dreams (being naked, trying to find classroom, losing something) eventually went away.
Pretty sure TZ
“Fiction has to make sense.”