Stop,” he called out, “stop.” As I was biking down the road, an elderly-looking gentleman beckoned me from beside his truck by the side of the road. Not sure what he wanted, I stopped. I didn’t mind because I love talking to people on the way. It partially alleviates the loneliness of biking alone. After …
Category: Later Years
Oct 23 2018
The Perversity of “Respectable People”
I wrote this piece a while back, but refrained from posting it. Now I decided to put it up. Reliving the Kavanaugh Syndrome A few weeks ago, I found myself, like many people, irritated with the Kavanaugh debacle unfolding on Capitol Hill. The gut feeling was so irksome that I’ve had to sit myself down …
Sep 26 2018
I’m 65– and I’m Old!
When I get older losing my hairMany years from now…….Will you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I’m 64. “When I’m 64” — The Beatles I know I’m getting older, losing my hair. Hardly anyone needs me, and no one feeds me, and I’m way past 64. I hit 65 a few days …
Sep 06 2018
A Bitter-Sweet Return to Carlsbad
Last week, on the last day of August, I was going to join some friends for a bicycle ride around the Oceanside-San Diego area. But before meeting them, I decided to take a few minutes to visit a certain place in the town of Carlsbad. It was where Ruth and I spent our honeymoon back …
Sep 30 2015
Brittany Maynard… and my dog and pigeon
September was an awful– and tearful– month. Last week, I put Saya, my pigeon of 2 years, to sleep. The vet gave her an injection and she was gone. Four weeks earlier, Stafani, my dog of 16 years, was also given an injection. Saya is buried in the backyard with a stone marker. Stafani’s ashes …
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