Our life is but a memory. A concept of events happening over a period. Each of us has a story to tell, as the adage goes. Some are good storytellers, and I think many of us are; but a few may be impaired by lost or failing memories. The best life stories are nothing if carried to the grave. These stories must be told for whatever it is worth. I feel that memories fade, perhaps " bad sector" appear in the mind beginning at certain point. Maybe some lucky ones have better and more durable memories than other. I wish, but I might belong to would-be failing ones. What follows are vignettes, as I recall, who knows, it could be a Life Story.