Old, by Rich Paschall When you think of all the things you want to be when you grow up, “old” probably is not on the list. You may think about being a doctor or nurse. You may consider a lawyer… Read More ›
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I’VE HAD A FEW – RICH PASCHALL
Regrets, part 1, by Rich Paschall “Youth is the most beautiful thing in this world—and what a pity that it has to be wasted on children!” You are likely familiar with the above saying or some variation thereof, often attributed… Read More ›
AROUND IT COMES
Twenty-five years ago, I had surgery on both my feet to remove arthritis that attacks the joints in your big toes. Its Latin name means “stiff toe” and it’s genetic. Two of my aunts had the same problem. DNA being… Read More ›
LATE LUNCH – RICH PASCHALL
The Old Ball Team, by Rich Paschall When they started the monthly get-together it was almost 15 years earlier. There were a dozen of them then, and two of the “boys” had already retired. They had all known each other… Read More ›
SWEET OLD NONSENSE
Sweet old lady is an oxymoron. It’s one of those myths, probably perpetrated by childhood memories of grandma, a rosy film smoothing over the lumps and bumps. Age makes everyone cranky. Men get grouchy. Women get snarky. Old people are impatient and significantly less… Read More ›
SOUP AND SANDWICH – RICH PASCHALL
There were many stories about Harold, the persnickety planner from the Midwest who retired to an orderly life in Florida. This pre-pandemic adventure was the first. Everyone who knew Harold would agree; he was an orderly man. Everything about his… Read More ›
ROCK AND ROLL NEVER FORGETS – RICH PASCHALL
But Sometimes We Forget- by Rich Paschall You may have run into someone at the mall , supermarket , or barber shop who looked familiar, but you had no memory of where you might have met him. Just when you… Read More ›
GETTING OLD IS GETTING OLD By RICH PASCHALL
GETTING OLD IS REALLY GETTING OLD, by Rich Paschall When you think of all the things you want to be when you grow up, “old” probably is not on the list. You may think about being a doctor or nurse. … Read More ›
ROCK AND ROLL NEVER FORGETS – Rich Paschall
But Sometimes We Do, Rich Paschall You may have run into someone at the mall or in the supermarket who looked a bit familiar, but you were sure you did not know him. Then he comes up to you and… Read More ›
ONE THING I DID NOT WANT TO BE – Rich Paschall
Old, by Rich Paschall When you think of all the things you want to be when you grow up, “old” probably is not on the list. You may think about being a doctor or nurse. You may consider lawyer or… Read More ›
FATE IS IRREFUTABLE – Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Irrefutable Bonnie has been changing. The relentless barking. Her unwillingness to sit with us on the sofa. She seeks out dark corners and no longer hears me when I call her. She also can’t see well and… Read More ›
YEARS OF BRASS, YEARS OF GOLD – Marilyn Armstrong
I’m not one of those people who romanticizes the “old days,” but there are some truths worth remembering and revisiting. I grew up in a different world. Play meant imagination. Physical activity. Jump rope, hide and seek, tag, Stickball because… Read More ›
HOW GO YOUR YEARS? – Marilyn Armstrong
When I was in college, two of the women with whom I became friends were suicides. Neither of them was happy, but I would never have guessed either of them was suicidal. One of them was just 19 when she… Read More ›
HOW ARE YOUR YEARS? – Marilyn Armstrong
When I was in college, two of the women with whom I became friends were suicides. Neither of them was happy, but I would never have guessed either of them was suicidal. One of them was just 19 when she… Read More ›
SOUP AND SANDWICH – RICH PASCHALL
There were many stories about Harold, the great planner from the Midwest who retired to an orderly life in Florida. This was the first. Everyone who knew Harold would agree; he was an orderly man. Everything about his well-ordered existence… Read More ›
LIMPING INTO THE GOLDEN YEARS
I’m not one of those people who romanticizes the “old days,” but there are some truths worth remembering and revisiting. I grew up in a different world. Play meant imagination. Physical activity. Jump rope, hide and seek, tag, Stick ball because… Read More ›
SERENDIPITY: SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 