A postcard from the edge of the abyss

A postcard from the edge of the abyss

Regular readers of this column may wonder where I’ve been, what I’ve been up to for the last month. I’ve been smacked flat, gradually descended into the great beyond, crawled back to the edge, and finally developed enough strength and stamina to tell some of the story. The saga began about two months ago when I spontaneously developed a colo-vesical fistula, an abnormal connection between my bowel and bladder, allowing urine and stool to mix. I...

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Diary – No-tech stress gauge

Diary – No-tech stress gauge

Rich, my barber, wondered what had changed. For the last five years he’s had to deal with a clump of hair on the right side of my head sticking straight out like Dagwood’s. Dagwood Bumstead is the perpetually dazed husband in the comic strip, Blondie. Long strands of hair stick straight up from his head. Since my life situation changed a little over a year ago, my unruly hair gradually relaxed and is lying down again. It’s easy to understand...

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A morning for the ages

A morning for the ages

Not quite half-way up, the sun shines on patches of new leaves and through empty spaces, creating a dappled blanket of shades of green, bright light and dark shadows on trees and forest floor. Goldfinches, woodpeckers, Chickadees, Nuthatches and Grosbeaks load up at the sunflower and thistle-seed feeders for their day. Hummingbirds dart in for a fill and scoot away from the shiny new feeder. Bright orange breasted, black-winged Baltimore...

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A banana lesson from Cuba

A banana lesson from Cuba

Chiquita was wrong. When bananas first became popular in 1944, the banana board coined a radio jingo that quickly caught on to become the all time favorite radio ad: Top banana, as they say. A lithesome, tan-skinned woman wearing a big fruit hat winsomely sang I’m Chiquita Banana and I’m here to say – bananas have to ripen in a – certain way. When they’re flecked with brown and have a golden hue – bananas taste the best and...

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A paid mini vacation and a surprise

A paid mini vacation and a surprise

After a late night with a friend I was on a bus to the airport at 7AM. Anticipating an intense trip to Cuba and meeting new people, I hadn’t slept well. When the gate agent announced they’d give $400 plus a $30 meal voucher for someone to take a later flight to Miami. It was a no brainer. I prefer to not have lock-step activity and like unexpected “vacations.” So I spent eight hours at Metro and went to the Westin Hotel, away from the constant...

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The Diary – first entry

The Diary – first entry

The Diary, first installment. This is the first installment in a new touch I’m adding to my diary of aging. I used to see oldsters as waiting for the non stop express-to-heaven bus to come along and scoop them up. But I’m finding there’s a lyrical, whimsical touch to aging and decided to write about that. Besides, I’m boring myself with always thinking and writing about heavy stuff. So I’ll irregularly and erratically be posting whatever...

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