Category Archives: aging

Leaving

They didn’t really shovel earth onto the gleaming wood and brass, but they might as well; they lowered it through plastic turf that’s supposed to pass as grass and I guess they slowly tolled a bell; and I can’t just … Continue reading

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Waiting at the CAT scan lab

Some wit asked me if I was having my cat scanned, and that kind of pissed me off because he stole my line. How does he know whether I have cats? He goes in for his scan. They give me … Continue reading

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Waiting at Schnitzels

The same group more or less was sitting eating: the quartet, Play It Again! and some Cornwall guys; goulash and potato salad were worth repeating, and so were the pizza and lamb we tried on for size. And after the … Continue reading

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