I Remember Nothing

Getting older isn’t pretty, but Nora Ephron helps one to cope.  I think I can safely say that Ephron (successful journalist, author, and  screenwriter) and I  have nothing in common.  So when she described being at the 1967 anti-war march on Washington, and seeing the Beatles in 1965, but remembering nada about the events themselves, I was stunned.  Because I too was at both those historical occasions, and all I can remember about them is: 1. an annoying man on the bus, and 2. my friend’s annoying father who put huge cones of cotton in his ears.  To read Ephron’s summation of things: “On some level, my life has been wasted on me. After all, if I can’t remember it, who can?” was deeply comforting.   Thank you Nora!–  I’ve canceled that neuro work-up…