I was having a conversation with Scott last night about remembering numbers and using mnemonic devices (which is a really fucking hard word to spell, and I can never think of it without also picturing Keanu on the movie poster for Johnny Mnemonic). He’s like Rain Man when it comes to remembering dates, numbers, and statistics. I am not.
I rattled off his Social Security Number (which took me two years to retain) and told him how I remember it. I then waited for him to say mine.
“007-373-5963,” he recited.
I looked at him, puzzled.
“That’s the code to fight Mike Tyson on Punch-Out,” he said.