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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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coffee stop

I prefer booths; these tables are too close together, but not enough like a Paris café: where’s the arrogant waiter tyrannizing between the tables? These wimpy servers are too pale and worried to pull it off. You were talking about … Continue reading

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begin

After the grandchildren leave— and I am certain the same was true when their parents were their age— our carpets, in fact, all horizontal surfaces, are littered—nay, saturated— with what could be confetti, but is more likely small visible bits … Continue reading

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