Whatever Happened to . . . My Memory?

Speaking of theme songs and songs in general . . . weren’t we? I can remember the details of the most inane songs and ditties, but have no recall of more important things, like where are my glasses? For example, I remember all the words to the song that Betty Davis sang in the movie “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane” — you know the film where the aging, insane former child star tortures her crippled sister. “I’ve written a letter to daddy. . .” Very creepy. I don’t know if remembering those words will ever do me a bit of good, but possibly when they finally put me away, it will be of some use. I can smear lipstick all over my face and sing it until the nurses end up in straight jackets, for example. I missed an opportunity to sing it when I brought my sister home from outpatient surgery on her foot. I got her something to drink and pulled it away a few times when she reached for it until she yelled, “Stop it Baby Jane!” Well, I did get her home from the hospital which was no small feat [notice the sly pun here] because the assistant and I had to help her into my Jeep Wrangler with her big old shoe. I deserved to have a bit of fun, don’t you think?