It was 42 years ago yesterday that I went to see my favorite rock band of all time, Kiss, at the Lethbridge Sportsplex. It was the “Love Gun” tour and I couldn’t wait to see them. I remember the day of the concert, about 5 of us hung around the outside of the arena all day to see if we could catch a glimpse of the guys heading in for the show. July 28, 1977.

I have no idea why I remember that date. It seems like a stupid thing to be ingrained in someone’s mind. I’d be hard pressed to tell you what I had for supper on any given night last week, only to say it probably wasn’t good for me.

I’ve always been a “numbers” guy. I just seem to remember them. I don’t know what it is. It certainly hasn’t served any real purpose over the course of my life. I can still recall the number of my first bank account.

When I was in Lethbridge to see my parents last summer, their best friends dropped in for coffee one afternoon. They have been friends with my parents for more than 60 years. They were like a second set of parents for us. I threw a phone number at them and asked if that was still their number. It was. They asked how in the world I could still remember, considering it’s been over 40 years since I’ve called it!

The parents of my best friend while growing up have the same phone number they had when we were kids. I still remember that number.

Nowadays the most important numbers to recall are birthdays and anniversaries. As long as I don’t forget those I’ll be okay.

My wife and I were married on August 21, 2004. Although I have never forgotten that date, I think it would have been wiser to get married on July 28th. Then, for sure, I would never forget!