I was looking the other day at my childhood friend Mick’s mother, Sherry, on Facebook. She was giving a hug to my other friend Bob. Bob and Mick and I and others used to hang out. It was funny because Bob now has a white beard and a potbelly. He
Man, getting older is not a happy thing. My prescriptions for my contact lenses keeps getting stronger, my sense of taste and touch are getting less sensitive, and I am my hearing, it is not what it used to be. I definitely find myself saying, “What? What?” more often when