A Season of Anticipation

I have lived through 65 seasons of fall. You would think by now I would fully understand the coming and going of each new season. This morning as I sat in the early morning darkness, I heard the distant sound of a truck shifting gears. At the moment the driver shifted...

The Arrival

I have arrived at a place called, Senior Citizenship. I am not sure when this took place, but it has arrived. The first indicators were the mailings from AARP that began arriving in my mailbox in my late 40’s. Another reminder was the stray gray hair that appeared...