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I Sit Alone

I sit alone at breakfast and watch the antique diners being served — aware that I am one of them. Our disabilities are flanked by walkers and by wheel chairs and here and there an aide. Our task is to … Continue reading

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THINKING ABOUT 2018

May we not be sissies when the contingencies of old age strike us in our nineties or eighties or seventies. May we be tough old nuts with a lot of guts who arise off our butts if we’ve had sufficient … Continue reading

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TOO FAR AWAY

Across the Bay would seem too far away for me to travel were I to row its waters. But my eyes can cross its waves quite swiftly though my imagination is required for me to see the many details denied … Continue reading

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XMAS

I do not remember most of the Decembers that traversed my mind with but a brief touch of time. I yearn for those memories that have joined my lost histories. I’ll never discover what I wish to recover though I’m … Continue reading

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ANNIVERSARY

It’s the truth! Another one! I can’t believe it and yet know it must be so. More laughter than tears – more courage than fears to face the remaining years. Memories are especially stirred like piles of leaves when the … Continue reading

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MY GIRAFFES IN TAMPA

Three giraffes stand tall against the sky on the other side of the Bay – their metal frames designed as cranes to lift large loads from land to boats quite able to hold what man puts in their holds. Their … Continue reading

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GALOSHES

I found a word I never spelled before and never thought I’d wish to. I feel I must be at least partially insane. I had some once upon a time in those days I scarcely recall. They were useful but … Continue reading

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SPECIAL INTEREST

Very often, in newspapers and on TV we read about “A Person of special interest”. We know that he or she will likely be found and interrogated. As much will be found ourTabout that person as possible. The police know … Continue reading

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THE TREE

I see the tree in front of me most every day as I mount my treadmill. it’s as if I were on a hill — on a hill and looking down. I see it through a window – four floors … Continue reading

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SILLY

There was a man named Dirty Bill He lived on top of Garbage Hill. He never took a bath – he never will. Yuck-tooey, Dirty Bill! There was a gal called Josephine who washed herself in gasoline. When she got … Continue reading

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