This morning the difference between short- and long-term memories was made clear to me. My brother asked me if I knew the addresses of our houses that we grew up in, that we moved out of in something like 1978, and 1985. There are days sometimes that while I’m able to remember what I had for breakfast three days ago because it was special, but I’m not able to remember what I had that morning. When my brother asked me that, I was almost instantly able to summon the memory of 2039 Gatineau View, and 551 Buchanan. The power of memory is pretty amazing.