A couple of years ago, some friends of ours had a get together at a sports bar so that we could all watch some important sports game. I think it was football. It was a good excuse to hang out with the gang so we went along.
Everybody had a good time. There was a lot of talking and laughing. There was some football talk but it didn’t stick long enough to get too boring for me.
We spent a fair bit of time talking with Quentin. (Not his real name). I recently ran into him for the first time since the sports bar. Quentin remembered our last meeting and talked at length about the game that night and struggled to remember the details of the game’ impact on the teams’ standings.
I barely remembered that the game was the excuse for the get-together. I nodded sympathetically and said that I didn’t remember the details either. In Quentin’s case, it was like getting a word wrong when reciting the Iliad. For me, it was like not having read the Iliad and having slept thru the movie.