Cosmo Iacavazzi
This getting
old thing is really weird. You can’t
remember stuff you should remember, and you remember stuff that comes out of
nowhere.
Mrs. C and I
love the TV series “Breaking Bad.” We have the complete DVD set of the series
and between the DVD’s and TV re-runs we have probably seen every episode at
least four times. In this show, the main
character is a chemistry teacher turned Crystal Meth dealer named Walter White. His code name on the street is Heisenberg.
The other
night while watching “Jeopardy” one question was “The character called
Heisenberg.”
I yelled out
my usual incomplete answer because of a mental block, “Who was that bald guy chemist who cooked Meth…he was played by Bryan
Cranston…DAMN!!”
Mrs. C of
course stepped in to the rescue, “Who
was Walter White! Jeeze, you’ve only
seen 200 episodes of that show.”
So there is
no explaining why I could not come up with that name, there is also no
explanation for what happened just a few days later.
Mrs. C was
watching “The Miracle Worker” a famous movie from 1962. I walked in during the last 20 minutes, just
in time to see Patty Duke in the water pump scene yell out “Wa…Waer…Water!”
I
immediately said “Cosmo Iacavazzi!”
“What!”
“I saw this movie when it first came
out. A whole bunch of us from the
football team went on a Friday night.
The next day the coach took the team to a football game at Princeton. It had to be before our season started
because we played all our games on Saturday.
Anyway, in the bus, all the way to the game we were all making fun of
poor Helen Keller and the ‘Wa…Waer…Water’
scene…(yes, we were special.) The star of
that football game was a tailback on the Princeton team that was the last college team to play a single wing offence, Cosmo Iacavazzi!”
“You couldn’t remember ‘Walter White’
from a show you’ve seen hundreds of times in the last few years, but you see one scene
from a movie you have not scene for 55 years, and you remember Cosmo Iacavazzi?”
“Hey, he had a Hell of a game!”
His name looks like something Mrs. C would write on her grocery list!
ReplyDeleteAre you sure it was Princeton who were the last single wing team.
ReplyDeleteBecause I know UCLA played single wing well into the sixties, when I lost my mind.
Memories are tricky critters to live with.
ReplyDeleteIt's a funny thing when you can remember a sweater you wore 40 years ago, but you have to look down to remember what you put on this morning.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I'm like that with songs. I love music, and this tendency scares me, because a song I heard once in 1983, I can sing from start to finish. One I listened to all of last year, I can't remember a thing.
ReplyDeleteI try not to think about that much. The potential implications are really scary.
Words of songs and names are my downfall lately, yet at one time.... well, I won't go into that. Get this one then, I moved a small stool out of the bathroom because workmen were working in there, not I can't remember where I put it. I only live in a bungalow!!!!
ReplyDeleteI was all set to make a comment, but now I have forgotten what it was.
ReplyDeleteSelective memory...um...what was it we were talking about?
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I have reached the point where though there are two of us we share only one brain, what one forgets the other remembers.
ReplyDeleteI do this all the time. The word or name just spins and spins around in my brain and sometimes I never figure it out. Sometimes it's days later.
ReplyDeleteWe loved Breaking Bad too. What a fun show.
Have a fabulous day. ☺
The great thing about a post like this is that you are eagerly reassured that you are far from alone or even unique with this memory thing. Right there with you fellow.
ReplyDeleteBefore the days of Netflix or when you could find out anything on your computer or Smart Phone, Bud & I had been wracking our brains for over a month trying to remember who played the role of “Doc” in the movie “Mr. Roberts”. No particular reason, it was just frustrating not to be able to remember. I could picture him, but could not come up with his name. Early one morning (about 3am) I woke up with a flash of genius. I shook Bud awake & said two words--“William Powell”--with no further explanation. He opened one eye, looked at me & said, “You’re right!” & promptly rolled over & went back to sleep.
ReplyDeleteIt's strange how some things stick in our brains while others don't. As I get older I can remember things from forty years ago more clearly than things that happened a few weeks ago.
ReplyDeleteYes Joe, I can relate my friend, I can remember things that happened when I was a kid sometimes better than what Cindy just asked me to do before she left the room.
ReplyDeleteWe did a Breaking Bad binge watch two summers ago. Fabulous show!
ReplyDeleteBut yes, names seem to either come or go in my head as well. Usually they are gone!
Our brains are weird critters, aren't they?
ReplyDeleteHoly crap. I thought I was the only one struggling with this :)
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Brains are funny that way!
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