[Jims5543]

A lifetime ago I had a friend who had a photographic memory, it was unnerving how smart he was.

One day he asked me to take out my DL, and look at it. I did, and he rattled off my DL# without looking at it from memory. This was the moment he was coming clean about his memory.

I asked how he knew it, he said I took it out in a bar we were at when I was getting ID'd and he saw it for a couple of seconds. That was all it took he knew my DL license # from that day on.

He was a Paramedic, he liked the rush. He decided he wanted to be a RN, so he want to school crushed the courses and went into nursing. Then he got bored with that and got back into Paramedic, last I heard he was a Traumahawk paramedic attached to Holmes Regional in Melbourne Florida.

I am pretty good with numbers, I have to be, I measure houses all day, I was just telling my wife my helper forgot to look down one side of a house and it was busy. We were just about the start measuring it, he draws them up in a field book. I told him to go draw it up and I would start on the front of the house. I measured up 6 walls on my own then walked over to him pointed and said around the front, then rattled off all 6 measurements.

The numbers were all odd, like 20.6, 4.3. 2.3, 20.7, 4.5 and 14.7. That was probably them. I was reciting them in my head adding each new one until I could download on him.

He looked at me like I was nuts.

Ask me to remember your name or face? tall order.

Remember to do something my wife asked me to do... yeah, I am always disappointing.

But I can remember the numbers.