It’s National Memory Day It seems like I discover a new holiday every day. Today’s special day is promoted as a day to celebrate our memories. As you might imagine, I have many memories. For example, I still remember June 6, 1977. On that fateful day, I walked into the main lobby of the Allen-Bradley building at 1202 South Second Street in Milwaukee. I had on a newly acquired three-piece gray suit and a conservative blue tie. The weather was warmish, I was nervous, and I can still recall feeling a bit uncomfortable in business. I can remember a few other important days in my career. I won’t bore you to tears with the details, but memories, being little snapshots of life, have a way of sticking with us. But the mind is a strange thing, while bits of minutia linger, other important points slip through the cracks disappearing forever. What slips through the cracks? Routine and often repeated activities can be the first to go. Years ago, I wrote an article calling for distribu