House’s cancer doctor friend, otherwise known as not Peter Scolari. Oh, that was Peter Scolari. My bad.
Ken Berry and Dean Jones and that other guy on Disney films that only I think looks like the other two. Which one was Minding the Mint? Jim Hutton
John Candy or John Belushi or that guy that always yelled?
I’ve always been rotten on names and able to find similarities in faces based on chins or brows or frenulum -no wait -that’s the philtrum.
On the other hand I can tell you that Marvin Belli was a “famed defense attorney” and that Lee Meriwether was a Miss America. TV Guide always had the same episode synopses.
But which slender brunette is that?
I can still describe the story, given a TOS title, but can I remember which adorable Australian animal poops cubes or what the six countries were whose flags flew over Texas (and was it the fleur-de-lis or stripy French flag)?
My memory is getting more and associative with the associations more and more eccentric.
Sometimes I can chase down the word that was on the top of my tongue with a Google search. I still don’t remember which b&w movie had the baby in the cradle and was it the woman or the man who didn’t have the range for the lullaby when not in full voice?
But more likely, I end up on a fantastic journey through botanical references and finding the story about the Geese who stuff themselves and make the best tasting foie gras because they’re still wild and they think the abundance of food is temporary.
They think they’re wild, but they don’t migrate in the winter: the farm is nice, with tasty figs and acorns and a variety of herbs mixed in with the grasses. No cages: the only fences are to keep the coyotes out. Which he only did after he figured out how to electrify just the outside of the fence; not the inside.
So why leave goose paradise?
And fortunately for me, I have masters of Deb-speak around when I lose too many words.