I keep happy memories of my youth close to me. Here are three of my favorites: 1. Diving into a pile of raked leaves in my backyard on Halloween when I was seven. I disappeared into the oak and aspen heap and my brother and sisters couldn’t find me. Really …
I’m at a hotel in Scottsdale, Arizona, reading a book at poolside, minding my own business. Then there is a commotion. A young female model is being surrounded by three photographers. She wraps her body in a fur coat (it’s at least 90 degrees outside) for a few shots under a …
This year, I was snowed in on New Year’s Eve. Three-foot snow drifts kept me from wild celebrations. Instead, I chose to write down the names of family, friends and business associates I’d like to maintain meaningful relationships with in 2023. I came up with 87 …
Let’s not get too excited, but I’m feeling pretty cocky at the moment. At 77, I’m continuing to figure out all this aging stuff. First off, it hasn’t been easy physically. A widowmaker heart attack, three back surgeries and two hip replacements are not what a fellow …
For those of us in our senior years, isn’t it wonderful to reflect on at least one thing that has not changed over our many years? Don, at seven years of age: “I’m hungry.” Mother Irene: ”Fix yourself a peanut butter sandwich.” Son Jeff, at seven years of age: …
The invasion took place on Thursday about sunset. Hundreds of tiny black ants invaded our kitchen. They had been well trained, marching in single file up and down our cream-colored cabinets. They split near the sink, one regiment headed toward the bread box, the other …
I came up with a great idea for the entire world. Well, not exactly – just those who struggle, like me, in getting socks on in the morning. I used to do battle. Bending over, causing my breathing apparatus to shut down, while facing the challenge of getting a sock …
My sister Connie said so long for now to her three kids at her cottage in Pennsylvania. She had escaped the hospital and, with the caring people of hospice, Connie took off to heaven to catch up with her husband, Bill, who had left a few months earlier. I hope heaven is …
Some things still drive me nuts. Sherry and I do dishes the old-fashioned way. Typically, I wash and Sherry dries. Often, after we may have had a little spat, Sherry places perfectly washed bowls back into my soapy water. She tells me I missed a spot. I doubt it. Yet, …
I’ve been throwing balls to dogs for 50 years. I get smarter with each toss. Here’s a report on my current four: Nigel J. Wiggins: I throw the ball way out there (at least 20 yards). Nigel runs, brings it back to me and eagerly waits for the next toss. Sammy Watt What: I …
