Now let’s be honest. Age has its embarrassing moments.
Just the other day, I ran into a long-lost friend.
He walked up, shook my hand and said he was glad to see me. Shucks, we had not crossed paths since the 1950s.
We’re about the same age and I was sure glad to see him, though our chance encounter was somewhat embarrassing.
For the life of me, I couldn’t recall his name and I am so ashamed.