It's the Thing About Smart People . . .

They remember things.

Things the rest of us don't: dates, names, axioms and poetry, discoverers, inventors, Latin phrases, and Oscar winners, the well known to the most obscure. They remember.

I, on the other hand, once knew some things, but don't know those things now. I have forgotten them.

I am watching the TV show, Jeopardy. They have smart-people as contestants. In the last minute contestants have correctly answered questions related to the Duchess of York, lakes in Florida and popular music in 1940. It's not normal.

Under no circumstance should an average person engage in argument with a smart person, the avalanche of data from them makes winning impossible. There is no other moral to this commentary, except to say that most of us are more like the Pooh bear, preferring the intoxicating effect of the honey jar, a tree leaning against our back, and the somewhat envious consolation that the mind was not designed for that much concentration.