Memories from an old brown bag Updated Jan 30, 2021; I don’t know what makes memories fall on us. Sometimes we go looking for them – driving down some old road we used to know, or talking our way back down memory lane. But other times it’s as if we just wake up one day and there they are back. I have, as many of you have already probably suspected, a public education. I was never particularly outstanding at anything. Really I was barely average. I was terrible at that physical fitness test they tried to get us to perform every year. I don’t think they do that anymore. They hardly even do school at this point, so I’m relatively sure there is no fitness standard anybody has to get stressed out trying to adhere to.