Category: Personal Perspective

Live like a Turtle and Keep your Shell Thick

Hundreds of years from now, when historians talk about us, they’ll refer to us as the soft-skin era, the time when we reverted to non-verbal and non-threatening hand signals to avoid any potential offending of someone, according to someone else, not the actual person who should be offended.

Who are these advocates for those who are may be or may not be offended?

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Don’t Jump Off a Bridge Just Yet

Life goes on. That is what we keep saying to ourselves. But I think we are all getting a little sideways these days.

COVID-19 wasn’t in the bag, yet we started acting as if it never existed. Crowds on July 4 completely ignored the distancing advice and, yes, they were kids, meaning the under-25 crowd — you know, the ones who will live forever.

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A field guide to us old folks

I suspect that one single category isn’t enough to portray the “certain age” that qualifies as no-longer-young. As any number of bumper stickers tell us, there are all kinds of old people out there and there are lots of ways to be elderly without being old. One can be a proud family matriarch or a still-skydiving-at-age-80 kind of guy.

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These Days: Stories from the Courts

The courts provided a newspaperman’s fantasy come true. What stories! True crime tales. Good guys and bad guys. Good cops and bad cops. Celebrities caught driving drunk. Heroes, villains, big verdicts, just plain weird stuff. Lots of action and emotion. Sometimes, it felt a curtain rose on a drama in every corner of the courthouse.

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These Days: The Older Set

Now I regularly watch the news, sports, a smattering of sitcoms and some British imports. The actors are old and act older, even the ones I used to watch when they were young. Judd Hirsch is old and irascible on one show. Elliott Gould is old and clueless in another. They seem so, well, old.

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Learning to enjoy the view from the passenger’s seat

Now that I’m old enough to collect Social Security, I’ve come to realize that driving a car isn’t the necessary part of daily life I once thought it was. I stay home more, it’s true, but I can get around well enough depending only on the kindness of family members and friends and the ubiquity of Uber. In some ways I feel freer than I did when I was driving all the time.

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