I’ve known our friend Gordon longer than I’ve known Peter. On many biking vacations taken with him and his wife Christa, we often celebrated his July birthday together in some foreign country.
Last week, he turned 90 and Christa had a party for him. Over the years, I’d met most of the guests. I recognized their faces, I remembered where they were from and often what they did for work. What I didn’t remember was their names. And they probably didn’t remember mine.
Two of Gordon and Christa’s granddaughters were there. I had baby sat for the older one when she was only weeks old. And now she is a beautiful young junior in college.
Driving home, the names started coming back, too late to be helpful.
Note to self: Add name tags to shopping list for next party.