I saw “Picasso at the Lapin Agile,” the play by Steve Martin, in Seattle in 98 or 99. It starred Paul Provenza and…for years (YEARS) I thought / told people Tony Shalhoub as Einstein–fresh from the sitcom “Wings” which had just ended.
A few years ago I found my program from that night… Not Tony Shalhoub. Not at all.
I guess this counts.
I remember my join date on here as being years earlier. I do remember reading the columns on the old AOL site. I know I threw a question or two on the AOL board. I also know when it went away from AOL I didn’t follow right away. But I thought I joined here around 2001 and was reading things about 9/11. But I didn’t. I joined here in 2003.
I remember when I was in the Scouts, a few of us climbed Mt Whitney. Now, that is not a technical climb, and certainly a senior scout could do it. It is more of a really tough hike.
But I use to make that claim, and then I talked to one of my scouting buddies- who told me I was wrong. We went past the lake where the younger scouts were camped onto a higher lake above the tree line- where you could see Mt Whitney, and was a possible jumping off place to make the climb/hike. He pointed out that from there it was a whole days hike extra- which I know we didnt have time to do.
Sigh, and I remember it so clearly. But I guess I just remember looking at the peak. It was amazing up there anyway.
I also think I remember seeing Zero Mostel Live in “Something Funny happened on the Way to the Forum”- but after checking dates etc- nope- but I did see a live version in Hollywood. And the film- many times.
I think you may also be misremembering the title. 
Good one. 
Another mundane one
I remember my whole family getting sick for a week. It would have been between 1974 and 1980 based on the which house we were in.
Neither my mother nor my brother remember any such thing. And there were no major flu epidemics in that time frame.
When I was about five or six, my great-uncle had a pickup truck (I do not remember the make or model). One time, I was watching him through the window stick what looked like a crank through the front bumper and turn it several times. Now, I do know that early model cars, such as the Model A, needed cranking into order to start the engine. This truck was not nearly of that vintage, and this scene took place decades after such vehicles were still in use (i.e. the late 1960s).
I broke my wrist when I was about 4 or 5 yrs old, I always remembered it being my right wrist until a few years ago when I found a photo taken at the time showing it was my left wrist.
Some vehicles came with a crank handle as a back up well into the sixties.
I thought we did this before and I had replied with one of mine regarding Springsteen’s Born to Run. But it turns out it was in a thread about a Cecil column about false memories. I said:
"For myself, I was absolutely 100% sure that Springsteen’s Born to Run album came out in 1974. I remember where I was living at the time I bought it and the famous appearances on the covers of Time and Newsweek came out. No doubt about it. 1974. Clear as day.
It came out in 1975."
So my memory of the previous thread on this topic also qualifies for this thread. Meta.
What actually kind of amazes me about that is why it’s inaccurate , because you remember something as happening in 1974 when it actually happened in 1975. I don’t think I have any memories that specific about the year ( rightly or wrongly) unless they are connected to a known event - something that happened at my prom happened the same year as graduation or I know I went somewhere with a specific person and I know it had to be within a certain timeframe because I only hung out with that person during that timeframe.
What?? Why? I mean, possibly if this was in a state that had harsh winters that would freeze a pickup truck engine solid, but this was California.
Huh. Learn something new every day.
How can you be sure the photograph was not reversed somehow? Rare but it happens.
Mind you, a quick look at medical records would solve the matter…unless your doctor was dyslexic…
My 1957 Triumph TR 3 came with a crank and they did for several more years. There were certainly older vehicles with cranks in the 1960s and an old truck would be a good candidate.
Update: Ford trucks came with provisions to crank in the early 1950s.
This one is a lulu: My sister and I were child actors on Gilligan’s Island. It came up in a dream so vivid that for many years when people mentioned the show or just acting, I would almost blurt out this ridiculous fact. When the Internet came along I even scoured the guest cast credits to make sure it was just a dream. Unless my real name is Kurt Russell, it didn’t happen.
Other items in the photo showed it wasn’t reversed
A friend’s Volkswagen Beetle had a rope you could use to start the car, like you would a lawnmower.
My high school AP Physics teacher was quite the character, always inventing novel ways to illustrate concepts. One memorable experiment involved demonstrating acceleration. Every year, he would take the class to a back lot of the school and accelerate his shiny red Corvette Stingray down the lot—no doubt showing off a bit. It was a vivid sight that stuck with me like glue. Still does.
Years later, I reminisced about this with a classmate. He remembered it vividly too, but he swore the Corvette was bright yellow. “You’re crazy,” I said. “It was definitely red. Man, your memory is terrible!”
Fast forward a few more years, and I recounted the story to another classmate. “Yeah, that yellow Corvette of his was pretty cool,” he said.
One of my earliest memories involves my mother driving me to an old-fashioned post office with dark wood paneling and ceiling fans. I recall other occasions of Mom driving me around town while Dad was at work, but the post office drive was most memorable.
The only problem is that my mother never drove a car while I was alive. She drove once after getting her driver’s license shortly after WWII—she was a British war bride who came to America and was unfamiliar with our roadways and driving on the opposite side of the road. She got into an accident on the way home from the DMV and never drove again—more than a decade before I was born. And the post office? No such old-fashioned post office ever existed in our town.
Hilarious. My late older brother (born in the late fifties, but could build and rebuild cars like the rest of us play with Legos) apparently knew nothing of this. I asked him sometimes in the nineties and he doesn’t remember Uncle Bob’s truck having this provision, and agreed that cranks were long outmoded. Guess he wasn’t the expert I thought he was.
Just a thought.