My favorite Christmas gift was not receiving the present “Santa” had planned to put under the tree. I was five years old and my dad, Vern, whispered to me that he heard a rumor from up North that Santa was considering giving me my own Schwinn bike. I started to cry and …
One area of my aging experience continues to baffle me. My life has always been dominated by a sense of urgency. I’ve never been one to slow down and smell the petunias. It’s like I’m always in a race, often uncertain where the finish line is located. With this attitude, I …
Darn it, I can’t remember his last name. Tim Something was my psychology professor my junior year in college, and he said something that has stuck with me all these years. It is simply that little things in relationships matter – like even whether you hang your toilet paper …
I purchased a cowboy hat for our corporate Christmas party being held at an old hotel in Virginia City. It cost me $150. I’ve purchased two suits with matching ties for less than that. The moment I put it on my head in this authentic western store, I knew it was meant for …
Jody Beth, my faithful pup, brings me my cane I left in the bird garden. The carved, wooden handle of my cane is dangling, chewed up. The cane is useless. As told to me by my mother a hundred times, when her mother was dying upstairs, little Donnie Kuhl, age three or so, …
It’s so weird. My son turned 50. How can that be? I was 50 just a few years ago. Wasn’t I? If you have children and you remember “The Howdy Doody Show,” there’s a good chance your children no longer consider themselves young – or you as anything but old. Not that they will …
I just finished a good book: “The Art of Dying Well” by Katy Butler. It’s not in my strategic plan to drop dead for many years, but Dr. Butler brings up many facts and recommendations people of any age can ponder. At 74, I’ve been present while six individuals have died. …
As an old guy, I still love to hold the hand of the woman I love. However, I had a tough start. Mary Watson was special in seventh grade. She could twirl a baton better than most of the high school girls. When I was lucky, I’d see Mary walking home after band practice, and …
I was having coffee with a close friend, Mike, talking about getting older together. We looked around the shop and guessed the ages of people standing in line. Were they younger or older than us? It took an evaluation of at least a dozen customers before we found one …
As a kid, I got so annoyed with my mother, Irene, always yakking, “If you don’t have your health, nothing else matters.” I’d wait 10 seconds and my dad, Vern, would pipe in, “And it doesn’t hurt to have a bunch of money in the bank.” Now, many years later, I’ve …