Stanley Proctor was a favorite of the nuns and Father Michael at Saint Cecilia Grade School. He looked so pious. He was the first to learn the Latin necessary to be an altar boy. Often, Stanley stayed in at recess to help clean the chalkboards or just follow Sister Mary …
In their late 70s, Vern and Irene lived in a little house in Boiling Springs, Pennsylvania. I’d visit them often as I roamed the East, selling Interactive Journals. The weather became a huge point of concern. My parents would hunker down in what they called the Florida Room, …
I’d like to know how you handle this old clothes thing. Until I retired, I never gave it much thought. I was on automatic. I’d buy clothes on sale as I needed them, often going through stacks of shirts and pants and underwear piled high on Costco tables. My unofficial rule …
Can you imagine? Irene, my mom, had this crazy expectation that her four children should have jobs shortly after we learned to walk. I was in sixth grade. One early morning, Irene dropped me off at a golf driving range in Ames, Iowa. It was still dark. A redheaded old guy …
The Hiram Scott College Research Department has done it again. While other “distinguished” universities publish silly research findings about sword swallowing, woodpecker headaches, ovulation cycles of lap dancers, and answering the vital question “Do humans swim …
I love college basketball, particularly the Wisconsin Badgers. This time of the year, I enjoy sitting and watching all the conference championship games. I don’t mind snacking on pizza, chicken wings, popcorn and such. Until I look down and see my stomach gradually …
A quote from The Economist supported a strong belief of mine: “What comes after is not always progress.” Maybe I’m just getting cranky in my later years, but here are but a few examples of my love for the good old days. I enjoyed hand-cranking my car windows more than …
Please let me know if you experience any of these signs of aging. Don’t let me be the lonely old goat in the meadow. I make up reasons why I entered my closet. I notice a shiny nickel on the blacktop in the parking lot and choose not to bend all the way down to …
An important portion of my brain has been replaced by a jukebox. Here’s my problem. In the last few months, with no advance warning, songs from my past flip on in my head. I’ll be driving down Carson Street and, without warning, I’m humming “Wake Up Little Susie,” a terrible …
Dear friends, A surprising number of you reached out last week, wondering what happened to my Tuesday blog post and if I was doing okay. I appreciate the concern. I’m doing great and just decided to take a little vacation from Aging with Don Kuhl, planning to return March …
