Why is it that you can never forget certain things that will never be of any use to you for the rest of your life? I can't tell you what shirt I had on yesterday (not that it's important), but I always know that today is Cheryl Balston's birthday. She was my first serious girlfriend – we started dating in the last 2-3 weeks of high school and it lasted about a year and a half, including her moving to Charlotte with me. I think she still works for the Smithsonian, but damned if I know…
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