Category Archives: aging

Dock

If you live on a small island you need a boat and two docks: one here and one for those reluctant trips ashore. For years our island dock was a narrow nervous thread of plywood on pipes. Finally upper management … Continue reading

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late arrival

The sun was forgotten when the boys arrived the younger fuzzy draped sleepily over his father’s shoulder, the older just antsy from the confines of the booster seat. Always such journeys end at night with uncertain entry into a semi-familiar … Continue reading

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On being mistaken for myself

Photos never lie except when they must, with a minimum of mendacity, tell welting whoppers about how egregiously old the old codger has become. I have studied photos taken years ago that make me look youthful although I can recall … Continue reading

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