Columns

We were at the coast. My favorite place to chill, to blank my brain and escape the busy, hectic life we all lead. As is the case with older men (meaning me) mother nature called; actually at my age she seems to have me on speed dial.

Tuesdays in the Plaza

Last winter, Robert contracted pneumonia. He was living outdoors — or “experiencing homelessness” as we delicately say nowadays. He got into the hospital, got a little better and was released.

Last weekend, I went to the hair salon to get some highlights. The guy that colors my hair is fabulous, in his early 30s, really sweet. We were gabbing about life, how my teens are liking their new school and our gossip drifted to the topic of social media. He uses it for his business, a necessity we all know in order compete and thrive professionally. And then the conversation turned personal. We joked around about how old we are and feel when it comes to comparing the world now and the world 20 years ago. And then he asked me a very interesting question.

The me project About a year ago, I was in a doctor’s office and at the end of the exam the doctor asked, “So, are there any issues you have that you’d like to bring up?”

Fun events to kick off the Fall Season

Be kind

Class of 1968 sought

Hurricanes, floods, and earthquakes — our human doings can seem piddling by comparison. So, once again, preachers and other more or less religious types proclaim signs of the end and portents of divine disfavor.

Selective tree-hugging