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Waylon and Johnny are dead. Kris is still into music but has a form of dementia as he approaches eighty. And Willie . . . is just Willie. At eighty-three, he’s still on the road making music with his friends.
… finish reading Memory Riff
I got the call last night; Libby had died. She was in her mid-nineties, and I hadn’t seen her in almost twenty years, so our relationship was mostly birthday cards and flowers at Christmas. Still I appreciated the call.
… finish reading Libby
Recently I caught a rerun on PBS of Simon and Garfunkle’s Concert in Central Park, which was originally performed in September, 1981. It was a free concert that the folk duo gave before five hundred thousand people to help raise
… finish reading The Concert in Grant Park
Many Americans remember that on this day in 1941, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and the United States subsequently joined World War II. I say ‘many’ because as the decades tumble after each other, there are fewer and fewer people
… finish reading Honoring the Day
I found a story in tea cups during book club at my home yesterday.
I was preparing to serve the usual coffee, tea, and water. Got the mugs out for the Joe; found my pitcher for the water; and then
… finish reading Tea Anyone?
Keith and Chris gave me a snow globe several years ago that had two scenes of New York City. One was above ground and showed various famous skyscrapers, while one was below ground and showed various subway stops. It is
… finish reading Memory’s Tug
The three and a half years I spent in St. Louis in my youth were magical. I was a tween and a teen back then; and I had the greatest friends in the world.
Most of us lived within walking
… finish reading Memory Lane
It was an important text from my son who lives in upstate New York. It read “Thinking of you. (Actually he wrote ‘u’, but I can’t bring myself to do that.) About to have Spaghettios ® for dinner. Very excited.”
… finish reading Comfort Food
On Sunday evenings I read the Chicago Tribune. At almost four dollars a pop for an out-of-town issue, you can be sure I read almost every word. Well, maybe not the car ads, but definitely the obituaries. And that’s how
… finish reading Mrs. McCall
After my experience at the Olive Garden yesterday, I’ve taken to wondering how previous generations felt about the inventions in their lifetimes that threatened what they knew best.
Did farmers think motorized vehicles were silly when horses could pull surreys
… finish reading Becoming Obsolete