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Searching for the spark

Searching for the spark
A therapist friend of mine is surveying men and women in their eighties, curious about what it is that encourages some to continue living active, productive lives while others shrink into the dried sponge stage.  He describes his research as “searching for the spark.” He flatters me by citing my efforts to stay vital and... Read more »

Are my possessions holding me hostage to the past?

Are my possessions holding me hostage to the past?
Why is it so hard to let go of stuff from times long gone? I haven’t zig-zagged down a Black Diamond in decades but there are three pairs of skis in the storage bin.  Why, I ask myself?  The motto back in my Aspen days was “More hair, more air” but I’ve been bald since... Read more »

Learning life’s lessons as I learn to laugh at myself

Learning life’s lessons as I learn to laugh at myself
My challenge is to resist the self-deprecating tendency to think that my regrettable behavior in the past defines me still, and that I have nothing left to live for because all the good stuff in life took place in the past, as well. I bumped into my neighbor who was taking her new granddaughter for... Read more »
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Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Why bother to express an opinion, never mind take a stand? Doesn’t matter what some old man or woman thinks. This is a young people’s world. I feel that way often. It’s a continuing question for me, What’s the point? I’m retired, bone tired and so completely obscure I’m the last man on earth who... Read more »

www.UsToo2020.org

www.UsToo2020.org
I’ve invested 99-cents buying this web site, www.UsToo2020.com (plus another $12 for the dot.org and dot.us. suffixes as well).  I think they can be worth about 60,000,000 votes for the Democratic candidate in 2020. Every political analyst talks endlessly about the Democratic party’s desperate need to connect with the vast number of “average Joe’s and... Read more »

Excerpts from my memoir. The times have changed, and so have I

Excerpts from my memoir.  The times have changed, and so have I
In this week’s email there was a reminder to attend the 65th reunion of the University of Pennsylvania Class of 1954. I am not going. I do have some wonderful memories of my undergraduate days. Primarily about moments spent with friends, the shared experiences that take place in the short-lived bubble of time when 18-year-old... Read more »
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Joe Biden believes he is telling the truth. But Joe, you’re not there yet

Joe Biden believes he is telling the truth.  But Joe, you’re not there yet
Last week I wrote that men were overdue in recognizing that the Me Tarzan, you Jane attitudes we grew up with, were dramatically changing. Talk about a timely post! This week the news is all about Joe Biden rubbing noses with a Congressional aide, kissing a senator’s wife on the lips, and answering accusations from... Read more »

Wake up call for Tarzan; Jane is swinging on her own vine

Wake up call for Tarzan; Jane is swinging on her own vine
Back in the days when Neanderthals like me roamed the earth, I bought my first house thanks to the GI Bill and $3,000-down squeezed from the piggy bank. Although I had been married for several years the idea of putting my wife’s name on the deed as Joint Owner (how audacious!), never entered my mind.... Read more »

When old dogs learn new tricks

When old dogs learn new tricks
We’ve become accustomed to the ‘kind of amusing but not really funny’ jokes about being old: my back goes out more than I do… I took up jogging so I could hear heavy breathing again… I’m so old I remember when emojis were called hieroglyphics. Bada boom. Thankfully, notions of aging as defined by some... Read more »
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When the student is ready, the teacher will come

When the student is ready, the teacher will come
It’s my father’s birthday today. He is 119 years old. I write in the present tense because he is still very much alive; on my mind often and in my heart always. How I would love to talk to him today. There is so much that I left unsaid; so much I want to say... Read more »