Even though I haven't worked in downtown St. Paul in about nine years, I still have a safe-deposit box in one of the banks there that I visit hardly ever and who knows what is even in that safe-deposit box any more? But I needed to drop a couple documents off, so I drove over there today around lunchtime.
Downtown St. Paul generally doesn't change too much, except that streets are currently all torn up making room for light-rail tracks.
But I must be changing -- or at least my signature is. The safe-deposit lady made me sign the entry card again because my signature, sloppy and almost indecipherable, looked nothing like the signature on the card I signed when I first rented the box back in the 1980s, beautiful and legible. When I signed the entry card the second time, it didn't look much better than the first attempt. I think my right hand doesn't move as precisely as it once did... Or is it my brain that has lost its edge? It's no wonder I can't play the piano like I used to!