Growing Old, Gracefully.

How do I know there’s still a bit of a kid in me? I still love a parade. Last weekend was the Nevada Day parade. Like all parades, it’s unique. It goes on forever, over four hours. I think spectators must jump out of their folding chairs and join the back of the parade …

Without thinking much about it, I continue to find hidden treasures as I age. Other times, I don’t recognize one that is right on my path. Having weekly lunches with two great friends is one of my treasures. We share things in common. Each of us retired from owning …

They never let me know.   I have buddies from grade school, high school and beyond who help make my older years enjoyable and meaningful. Then, without my permission, they drop dead. It’s not fair to me. I count on them. A few of them really liked me… I think. So from …

I don’t want to scold my dad, Vern. After all, he’s in heaven, fishing and soaking up the good life. However, I got a message last night from Saint Joseph, saying Vern’s staying clear of my mom, Irene, and she’s hanging out in the lonely corner of heaven.  I know …

I’m stuck in a middle seat toward the rear of the plane, close to the bathroom that has been very popular recently. In fact, there is a line of seven passengers slowly marching forward, a few in obvious panic mode. As one departs the luxurious confines, an odor wafts out, …