Memories of the year his parents hid a Red Ryder
BB gun behind the Christmas tree come easily to John Stone.

In fact, he can even recount the exact number of
BB cartons he emptied before his parents woke up that frosty morning in
Lewiston, Idaho.

But at 71, John forgets what he had for
breakfast today.

His mind can’t hold a current thought long
enough to retrieve hot dog buns at the grocery store. Or to remember which key
does what on the computer. Or that a dear friend he spoke with at church isn’t a
new acquaintance.