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My Forty-Seventh Fortieth Birthday

My Forty-Seventh Fortieth Birthday

I was born old. You know the thing old guys say to young women to try to get them in bed? “You have an old soul.” Actually, that might be me. I’m the one with an old soul. I think it’s rarely some 22 year-old nailtech in a bikini who’s...
Walking in Hollywood

Walking in Hollywood

Black wingtips: That’s what I noticed first.   Worn and curled with time, polished in a way that couldn’t hide their age. They shuffled along the dirty, dimly-glittering concrete. Then, the loose, brown woolen trousers hitched almost chest-high, the...
Posts I’ll Never Write

Posts I’ll Never Write

Maybe I should call this “Bits of Posts I’ll Never Write.” I really wonder if high levels of physical fitness come only with the development of a certain loudmouth douchebag gene. I suppose I’ve met a few fit guys who don’t shout in...
Travel While You are Still Young

Travel While You are Still Young

Delayed Gratification, sometimes you just don’t come through. Especially┬áregarding travel. I’ve known too many people who worked very hard all their lives, just waiting to take their dream trip after retirement. I’ve known a few who died before they...
So Today it’s my Birthday . . .

So Today it’s my Birthday . . .

Ahh, another year has passed. Seems I’m standing athwart an avalanche of years these days — or an avalanche of days these years. Whichever works for you. This birthday seems like it’s going to be a good one. I just launched my first novel to some...