During an opening-night Hollywood party for some world-premiere play, I glanced over toward concessions and saw someone so alluringly familiar. It drove me a little crazy that I couldnâ€™t remember who it was, particularly because I had just had a conversation with a friend about fading memory.
When I was younger, I used to make endless fun of my parents for forgetting names and dates, and with the arrogance of youth, I never believed that would ever happen to me. Then, when I hit 40, it did indeed start happening to me. â€œWhatâ€™s that movie with that guy who Read more