Memory, My Son!

by Rob Van Wagoner

Always remember the day I had not memorized my part of the poem The Highwayman, and was called upon to recite a stanza. I was trying to fake it but next thing I know is Fr. Earl in my face screaming out "Memory, my son,  memory!" 


Still today, when I have to give a presentation and need to recall parts of it from memory, I still remember Fr. Earl's words "Memory, my son...memory!".