I don’t want to make a big fuss about this but when somebody does something for me, such as the guy who opened the door for me at Trader Joe’s, and I said, “Thank…
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It’s sort of a shock to suddenly find delight in these dreadful times, the grim news of war and destruction, the apprehension of worse things to come, but New York has many available wonders…
In case you’re wondering why I was not in church Sunday morning, I was in the Omaha airport at 6:30 a.m. waiting for a flight back to New York, listening to an announcement that…
Believe it or not, I used to be rather cool. This was before you were born, probably, but I have pictures. I was aloof and enigmatic, unsmiling, and I liked the monosyllabic. Someone said,…
I had a dramatic dream last week, a dream about a man in a white suit twisting my damaged left arm, the one I’m still carrying in a sling after breaking the shoulder, and…
I am severely irked by the silver security foil protecting the tip of my tube of toothpaste, which I must pry off with my thumbnail before I can squeeze Colgate onto my toothbrush. It…
I couldn’t sleep last Saturday night due to anxiety caused by rewinding various lowlights of my long life that hit me like a brick and I lay in bed and watched the hours go…
I am a very fortunate man of 83, deeply indebted to American medicine, still in possession of the marbles I need even though two weeks ago I took a bad fall in a hotel…
I had a good conversation Saturday with a college student named Emily, a rare pleasure for an old man like me, most of my social life is spent with geriatrics eager to talk about…
I left the snowy paradise of Minnesota Saturday and flew to sodden L.A. where heavy rains are making hillsides slide into the canyons and arroyos, which is not a problem on the prairie thanks…