Attack of the Post-It Notes

One thing I have always prided myself on is my good memory.  I have always been able to recall dates, specific details of important memories, to-do lists, you name it.

Until now, that is.

When I was a child, I noticed that my father needed a little help remembering things. His solution was to place post-it notes in his car. They started off near the stereo, then near the gearshift, and finally they migrated to his steering wheel. At the height of his post-it mania, they were pretty much all over the driver’s side interior.