I am not known to have the best memory in the world—or even in my own house. I frequently meet and hold lengthy conversations with people who clearly know who I am. Typically, it will happen at a church gathering, or at some kind of school reunion where people I have taught or taught with will meander over to me with a gleam in their eye. “Hey, David!” Clearly this person knows me. “Hey!” I respond. This perfectly non-committal response... Read more