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His Excuse Was Amnesia. What's Yours?


My Friday morning Life Stories classes meet in the library of the local senior center. During a class last week, a gentleman came in to drop off some books while one of the women in class was telling about an experience she had during a driving trip out West. When the woman finished talking, the man turned toward us from the stacks to share his own car story — about the time he proved his 1961 Ford could go 145 mph!

I asked the man if he had ever written down any of his tales. He said he doesn’t remember much since waking up in the hospital one day with amnesia.

Have you written any of YOUR stories? Today, it’s not too late. Tomorrow, it might be.

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