Why do I choke every time on the words to the Star Spangled Banner, but I can still sing all the words to the Fish Cheer by Country Joe and the Fish after hearing it five times in a row in High School?
Why do I still remember the characters on Days of Our Lives and who slept with whom?
(The woman in coral is named Liz, and she owns a nightclub.)
I stopped watching in 1984. Why do I still know that? Is this what old age is like? Will mine be filled with tales of Bo and Hope and the Fish Cheer while I pee in my diaper? Like, as opposed to now?
You could argue the repetition of the Fish Cheer made it stick in my memory, and soap operas are all about repetition. But the other day I was buying olives, and I remembered a sketch from a single episode of a show that ran for two years when I was ten.
The Great American Dream Machine. Hosted by a man with a moustache.
Marshall Efron. (I did remember as far as "Zac? Zac Efron?" before I looked it up,)
This is the creepy thing: evidently everyone else remembers the Olive Skit too.
Efron sarcastically compared cans of olives with sizes like "Giant," "Jumbo," "Extra Jumbo," "Super Jumbo," "Colossal," and "Super Colossal." The "Super Colossal" can contained one olive that filled the entire can.
Of course, I gave up my hunt for the related YouTube video when I found that there is a
40th anniversary tribute to TGADM on PBS this month. Check your local listings. (8/29 on Channel 9 here in St Louis.)
If it really sucks, bear in mind I was ten. Raise your hand if you remember the iconic olive skit.