Memories of Christmas past
Like many men, I have been accused of having a selective memory. If put to a jury of my peers, I fear I would be convicted, though I donât believe I have any control over it. I am able to remember things that have made an impression somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain. If, for whatever reason, something didnât stand out as important to me, chances are I donât remember it. Itâs not something thatâs necessarily intentional, itâs just the way Iâm wired. I wish I had a memory like my good friend Judge John McClellan.