A Memory for Names, or Lack Thereof, and Other “Aging” Outcomes

I have almost no memory for names. It’s embarrassing.

For the past few years, I’ve been blaming such things on old age, but, at least in my case, old age deserves an apology for that. Truth is, I’ve always had a hard time remembering people’s names. My memory for faces is a bit better, but not much. …