Yesterday, I had dinner with Paul and Ann. When I got home, I told Jeanne and Michelle about what transpired during dinner. Jeanne asked who I was with and I said Uncle Paul and Auntie Ann. Michelle added, like Auntie Anne’s pretzels. Jeanne exclaimed: Like the one I had when you had a haircut? I was puzzled at first but then I realized what she meant.

A month or two ago and about a haircut or two before, I had visited the barber shop. I was with Jeanne. And to keep her busy while I was getting my haircut, I gave her, you guessed it, an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and lemonade. And she remembered. I pride myself with my good memory (though many would beg to differ :P) and it seems Jeanne has it, too.

That’s good because memory is a driver of intelligence. I guess it’s that neural network in your head setting up a huge lookup table of previous facts and experiences the pathways through which lead to optimal or at least somewhat good decisions and thus a measure of intelligence. Just not sure what happened to mine :P