Ken forgot people’s names. He knew who they were, he could tell them their entire story, but heir name? Not so much.
Once when we attended an evening mass he approached a person and seemed excited (later I learned it was because he actually remembered her name), and said, “Dorothy, Dorothy!” He then followed with a gesture to me and said, “This is….” Yes, he was so excited he remembered Dorothy he had forgotten my name. I stepped forward and smiled and said, “Hello, Dorothy, I am What’s-Her-Name.” We all laughed and for years Dorothy would see me and say, “Hey, What’s-Your-Name! How are you?”
