Hi neighbors. I'm a creature of habit. I like things to stay the same and I get that way more and more as each year passes.

When employed at the old State Hospital and its various evolutions from 1972 on, I remember being taught that one aspect of geriatric care was recognizing that "older folks" didn't like change.

Odd that I'd remember that now. Especially when I find it difficult to remember so many other things.

That's how it works more often than not these days. I usually don't spend a lot of time trying to remember my past, and most of the time I succeed really well at not doing so.

Then something out of the blue will make me remember some silly little thing. That thought leads to another and soon I'm remembering in detail a lot of things best forgotten.

For instance the other day I heard the song "Rocking Robin" on the radio. Instantly I remembered listening to that song on my old transistor radio. If you are over 50 you remember them. They were bigger than today's cell phones and ran on a 9-volt battery.

From my bedroom I could get a couple of Mexican stations and one pretty good rock station out of Little Rock. Everything else was country music, news or ballgames.

Too often for my budget, I'd fall asleep with the radio on and by morning the battery would be dead.

Anyway, thinking of that radio made me remember the Beatles and how a school chum and I would collect and trade Beatles trading cards. Any of you remember those? Remembering the trading cards brought to mind the night we were at the El Dorado Springs Picnic and exchanging cards. She was wearing a skirt I liked and I decided to get one like it.

Of course that meant forgetting records, radio batteries or trading cards for a while to save my money. Finally I found a skirt like the one she was wearing, bought it and only wore it once. On me I didn't like it.

It was a popular straight style and often seen on television shows like Hullabaloo and other music shows featuring Go-Go dancers. Not exactly a replica of the British schoolgirl look that was popular then, but close enough.

What was that designers name that did those outfits? She was English (like everyone else during the late 60s) and her name was Mary something or other I think. Anyway, knee high stockings and frilly blouses, straight skirts -- well, you remember.

Very popular look for teens on American Bandstand too. Where they often played "Rocking Robin" and there we are back full circle on that round-about.

Which reminds me of the Beatles song "Penny Lane" but we won't go there.

Back to being a creature of habit. "Judging Amy" is not on Tuesday nights yet and I hope she will return in September.

I can't keep track of when the new shows start, and if I catch one of the new shows once that doesn't mean I can ever find it again. They keep moving them from night to night which doesn't help people with poor memories make a habit out of watching them.

I have noticed they show the same shows twice a week on certain channels. In one way it's a good idea because I can see shows I may have missed. On the other hand when they repeat a new show twice in one week, I forget what day it was on originally. I suppose it doesn't matter.

My children tell me my memory loss is too selective to not be suspect. I always know when Monk is on and who is going to be on the Tony Danza show. I may not remember where I parked my car at the store, but I always know where my car keys are.

Sherlock Holmes had a theory about memory and what to remember and what to try to forget.

He said there is only so much storage space in the filing room of a brain.

The things I need to remember regularly I simply forget to file and leave on my mind's desk or hang on the bulletin board so I can see them often.

Which reminds me of a movie I saw in gradeschool about the brain being a little guy sitting behind a desk sending orders out through the nervous system via messengers who looked a lot like telegram boys on bicycles. That's another memory best filed away and forgotten.