Memory Is A Funny Thing
Yesterday I remembered a name of a person who I worked with many years ago in Key West, Florida. I had tried to remember his name for a while (about three weeks) after mentioning how we had worked together getting folks jobs in the Keys back in the late 1970's.
He had been a Navy Pilot, we shared more than a few jokes about a plane landing I had experienced at the Key West Airport. My first flight to Key West was memorable. The second we hit the ground the engines reversed and the pilot hit the brakes. I wasn't sure we would stop. Off the plane, I related my experience to a slightly older gentleman who was going to take me to the Key West High School for a meeting. He chuckled as he told me that the particular pilot on that flight was a good pilot with a lot of practice making carrier landings, which he added we close to being controlled crashes.
Yesterday, while talking about the Keys with an older couple and having a beer, he showed me a picture of a building in Key West. About a second later his name I remembered his first name was Herb not Tom and his last name was instantly remembered.
He had been a Navy Pilot, we shared more than a few jokes about a plane landing I had experienced at the Key West Airport. My first flight to Key West was memorable. The second we hit the ground the engines reversed and the pilot hit the brakes. I wasn't sure we would stop. Off the plane, I related my experience to a slightly older gentleman who was going to take me to the Key West High School for a meeting. He chuckled as he told me that the particular pilot on that flight was a good pilot with a lot of practice making carrier landings, which he added we close to being controlled crashes.
Yesterday, while talking about the Keys with an older couple and having a beer, he showed me a picture of a building in Key West. About a second later his name I remembered his first name was Herb not Tom and his last name was instantly remembered.
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