I am always amazed at the ability of some people to remember things — any thing.

My memory is not that good.

Some people can tell you about a blizzard that happened when they were a kid, a dry spell when they were farming 20 years ago or their third-grade teacher.

I am lucky if I can remember what I went to the grocery store to buy.

There are events that stick out in our minds, such as our marriage (guys remember they are married, if not the exact date, and that’s close enough) or when our children are born (see above).

In my house, it’s my wife who usually forgets how many years we have been married. I say forget, but maybe it’s denial.

She remembers everything else, though.

She remembers with great clarity every time of one our kids was sick, the medicines they took and how quickly they recovered.

I remember we have kids (two, right?), and there were times when they were sick, and thank goodness my wife was around to clean up after them.

However, there are events that happen during the course of a lifetime that stand out and stay with us over time.

These are very important events, like the Oakland A’s winning World Series championships or the Pittsburgh Steelers winning Super Bowls, and for some, Nebraska winning national championships.

I can tell you some of the players on those teams and moments that mattered.

I remember watching Reggie Jackson hit three home runs off three different pitchers in three consecutive at-bats in the 1977 World Series.

I’m not sure what other information is being shoved out of my memory bank so that I can remember all this important sports stuff, but I’m sure it’s worth it.

I don’t even have that great of a memory for sports.

I used to work with a guy who seemed to remember every play from every game ever played.

I don’t know if he could remember anything else, but he was like Google when it came to sports.

The mind is so interesting in how it operates or how we operate it, depending on your point of view.

Information comes and goes so quickly we cannot keep up.

I cannot tell you how many times I meant to do something, got side-tracked and didn’t remember my original mission until hours later, if at all.

I can’t completely blame it on getting older because my mind has always worked — or not worked — like this.

Sometimes it feels like if someone flashes something shiny in front of me I’ll become distracted and completely forget what I was doing.

That’s probably why I’ve been writing this column for at least two hours. In that time, I’ve fielded phone calls, helped customers, received and answered e-mails, worked on other stories and folded inserts.

I think I need mental blinders to keep me focused — and fewer shiny things.


Patrick Murphy, editor-publisher of the Humphrey Democrat and Newman Grove Reporter in Nebraska, is a former assistant managing editor of The Telegram.