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Lazy Sundays
For Old Boozer's wife, every day is lazy Sunday. When Old Boozer and his wife Frizzy Hair lived in France, forty years ago, Old Boozer worked odd jobs. He made a living working in a factory, delivering fresh meat, baking bread, and paving roads. He considered those his major efforts. In between, he was a …
Rainy Tuesdays
On rainy Tuesdays, She walks to the neighborhood newsstand to pick up the newest romance novel.
On Aging
I'll give you a one-word summary of my philosophy on aging. It blows. That's two words. So sue me. I'm old. Not old as in the Bible, but old enough to think of the '90s as the "good ol' days." In the '90s I was in high school. And then in college. That's pretty much …
Travel vs Tourism: a sad story of how little we know
Umberto Eco once said “I know the present only through the television screen.” It seems to me the same can be said about most of us today. Our lives are ruled by two things and two things only. The first is television. Television has been our constant companion (to some their only companion, sadly) and …
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Radio dies; dozens mourn the loss of ga ga.
Please don’t try to tell me that radio died thirty years ago. I know that whole story. Maybe in your world that’s the way it went. In mine, radio lived until about 24 hours ago. When I was a kid my grandparents had an old-fashioned wireless that would’ve been right at home alongside one of …
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