John Boston | Me and the Neanderthals Forget Stuff

John Boston | Me and the Neanderthals Forget Stuff

The other day I was trying to figure out if ever, in my lifetime, I had to sprint back into the house three times for things I had forgotten.  I know I’ve run back in twice for things left behind. Keys. My beloved companion, the pen. Head. I’ve made it to the gym only to realize I forgot my gym trunks.  They frown at such behavior, working out in your baggy, dingy, more grey than white jock strap. Gym management feels it attracts the wrong eleme…