This afternoon Dorothy and I were watching an old movie starring John Forsythe. I said to Dorothy, "Remember when he played on Bachelor Father? And his daughter Kelly was played by Noreen Corcoran?" That show is over forty years old and I remembered the names of the cast. Today I couldn't find two pairs of reading glasses. I simply couldn't remember where I had them last. After turning the house upside down searching for them, I found one pair behind an end table and Dorothy found the other beneath a sofa cushion. I'm trying to age gracefully, but when a familiar aroma brings back colorful and detailed memories of childhood, yet I can't remember where I put my reading glasses an hour ago, it just doesn't seem right. Is Mother Nature playing a practical joke?