One of the tough things about getting old is that some of my best friends and family have died off, many times giving me no advance notice. It’s not as if my brother, Eddie, who died on Christmas day of 2010, passed on to someone else our early boyhood adventures. When I was …
They have so much time, these old folks. They stroll their grocery carts down the middle of the narrow aisle in the frozen food section looking for nothing in particular. These old folks wait to locate their purse or wallet only after the checker has totaled and bagged their …
For 30 years, my dogs have made me feel important. Often, I’ve had three at a time. All of them have always been thrilled to see me, even when I’m in a bad mood. People who are not fond of dogs tell me they only act that way because I feed them. I tell them …
Maybe I’m not like most people, but seeking out the little joys of each day did not cross my mind until I was well into my fifties. Too much buzz was taking place before then. Much of my early years can best be described as being in survival mode—just hanging onto whatever …
Aging and chronic pain seemed to grow together for many of my friends and me. If they choose, older men can talk forever about the probable sources of their pain, the intensity it rises to and potential cures. One breakfast, my group of friends got so disgusted at ourselves, …
We all have one thing in common. We age each day. At 73, I’m becoming my own expert on the subject of aging. If you invest one minute of your time on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings, I’ll share some of the blunders I’ve made along the way and my personal observations …