My memory is going. I’m still writing 2008 on my checks. Worse, I’m still writing checks, while everyone else is banking online. Well, not everyone else, just people with money. My bank is letting people go left and right. No, don’t worry, none of the executives are being “right-sized,” just the people who do all the work. They’ve gotten rid of all the tellers and replaced them with ATM machines that will never get pensions or take vacations. My bank charges me to use the ATM. They never charged me to use a teller. I got my statement last month, and they charged me a “statement fee” of $5. Excuse me? Is this a ploy to get more of my business?

I can never remember my PIN. I picked an easy number that I would never forget and can’t remember that easy number. I know it wasn’t my birthday because that would be too easy. And I know it wasn’t Sue’s birthday or our anniversary because that would be too hard to remember. It was something really simple. It wasn’t my phone number, because I can never remember that. Ever since I got a cell phone and you just hit the person’s name, I don’t remember anyone’s phone number. I used to know two or three of them by heart.