Growing Up Last year, I wrote that I was going to take a break from writing my flying column and instead start writing a column about old memories that have stayed stuck in my mind. So, I call this column “Growing Up,” even though one never really stops growing. In fact, sad to say, instead of growing wiser with age, which is the way it’s supposed to work, I find myself growing dumber with age. Go figure. It’s weird though, isn’t it? Why do some memories remain stuck in our minds forever, even the small ones, while others we think should be ...