I have a tape recorder memory. At least I once did.

It works like the vaunted photographic memory. I recall snippets of conversations, often odd bits that don’t fit a logical paradigm.

It’s not because I was once an actress, as the graphic suggests, but because I was a speech-language pathologist working with voice clients, and I was compelled to recall the before-after-and-inbetween aspects of my clients’ voices.… ...

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The curious interest, the thinly-veiled stare, the hesitation, the pointing, the whispering – and then the ask, rather the tell: “You’re ____, aren’t you.” A shy, yet gushing smile.

Marietta Harley, for one. In her case, I think it was something about the impertinent attitude as well as the looks.… ...

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So, as you recall my husband and I recently attended the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony, a cornerstone of rock stardom and celebration. Our two tickets cost the equivalent of our home mortgage monthly payment… it was our way of celebrating the closure of this ginormous debt, our monthly payments gone!… ...

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