Strangers on the Train In the dimly lit windows of the passing train, I can see the faces of strangers peering out into the night. They are all heading toward different destinations, destinations not so different, really, than my own. Though they and the train are moving quickly through the night, and I stand motionless on a worn… Read More »
Thoughts Now, about six months into the semi-ambulatory stage of my old age, I have rediscovered a favorite old pastime of my younger days: reading. It provides another escape, besides sleeping, from the inescapable torments of aging. Sleeping is easier during the day when the pain pills are in full vigor, and the buzzing of life is all… Read More »
A Little Chat About Dropping Off There are a lot of things about getting old that are difficult. Most of us old folks realized we were old when we woke up one morning and looked in the mirror and said, “Oh, My Gosh! Is that really me?” A friend who dropped off (unexpectedly) a few years ago… Read More »
Ode to Winter Winter is death incarnate. Its bleak, sullen skies and early sunsets stir up a morose soup that seeps deep into my soul sadly and lingers there. I can’t digest it. I can’t shake it. I can’t get rid of it. The darkness is everywhere. Even the melancholy morning sun mourns and yearns for spring. But… Read More »
I Really Does Hates Verbs I’ve never much cared for verbs. I’m an adjective kind of guy. This morning, I came across a quote from one of my favorite authors, Lewis Carroll. I don’t have many favorite authors, but Lewis Carroll is one of them because of his wonderful word play. You’re probably thinking, “What quote?” aren’t you?… Read More »
The Dryer One might think that I was going to attempt to emulate a Stephen King horror story about a clothes dryer run amok. Perhaps escaping from its normal confines, the dryer set out to eat Manhattan or perhaps terrorize drivers on Route 66. But, I’m sorry to say, nothing so thrilling as that will appear in my… Read More »