Yesterday, I received a letter from my sister Jane. It was an envelope with a “forever” stamp (you remember those) on it. There were a couple of poems enclosed. The first two lines of one I quote, “It’s dismal rainy cold and dreary, It’s been a long time since I felt so weary.”
This came from the pen of someone who always gives you a smile and says something pleasant. Jane is on lockdown in Columbia, MO. at a senior facility named Lenoir, a really nice upscale place.
I’m not worried about her for (more…)
For years, Dr. Boxer was surprised that the cataract in my right eye had not matured enough to require removal. But here I am with nine decades behind me lying in this 6’ x 10’ little stall waiting for Dr. Demarco to do the cataract procedure.
Two nurses asked me “Why are you here?” I told the first one “I thought you knew.” Of course they were just verifying that we were all on the same page so that they didn’t do something drastic like cutting off the wrong leg. (more…)
As I stand on deck number two of my Deck House—so called because it has six decks and a dock rising above spring-fed Lake Rockdale—I am thinking of the nine decades that I have put behind me. (more…)
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be writing about such a scenario, such a brazen attack on my person.
When I enrolled in Waynesville Township Junior High as an eighth grader, I immediately had something in common with classmate Aaron Hyatt. A fellow classmate attempted to bully me and (more…)
The year was 1985. The year that I turned 56…on August 16th, the day that Elvis Presley died. As the news came to me about my friends, I kept wondering…am I next? I was not obsessed or paranoid, but the thought came to me several times during that fateful year.
We lived in Jupiter. I won’t repeat the joke (more…)