Senior moments. I'm still about seven years shy of the official line, but they are occurring with greater frequency these days. For instance, on Tuesday my prescription sunglasses slipped out of my coat pocket on the 72 and I didn't notice until I got to the gulag. Some kind person found them, gave them to the driver, who gave them to transit Lost & Found, who gave them to me this morning. Major thanks to all involved. —Rawking the Tom Clancy look, once more