Covid 19 pandemic, depression, life, new old age

State of the (re)union

Though we've just plunged into 2021, I'm already musing about an unwelcome milestone coming in '22: my fiftieth high school class reunion. I have no intention of going, yet it's looming on my mental horizon like a lake freighter with a cargo of memories, most of which I'd just as soon forget. That period wasn't… Continue reading State of the (re)union

coronavirus, Covid 19 pandemic, Florida, new old age, Pandemic diary

A pandemic diary: All roads lead nowhere

December 15, 2020 It means very little in the big scheme of things, but my wife and I have had to postpone something we'd been looking forward to: a visit to Florida. We'd planned to head down to Cape Coral, far enough south to have balmy winters yet only a day's drive from Atlanta. It's… Continue reading A pandemic diary: All roads lead nowhere

coronavirus, Covid 19 pandemic, new old age, Politics, Trump

A pandemic diary: Fear and loathing and more loathing

November 21, 2020 Thanksgiving my ass. Square one and ground zero is where we are, for the third bloody time. We've ridden the roller coaster of pain and poverty, death and despair for nine months, but there's no delivery, no blessed event in sight. As I've written before, my wife and I are among the… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Fear and loathing and more loathing

coronavirus, Covid 19 pandemic, life, new old age

A pandemic diary: Now it’s personal

August 4, 2020 In less than 24 hours last week I learned that two friends have the virus, one in a hospital, the other recovering at home. I worry about these good people and can't do much for them except hope. I knew it was only a matter of time before the monster struck inside… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Now it’s personal

coronavirus, Covid 19 pandemic, life, new old age, Uncategorized

A pandemic diary: Tell me something

May 20, 2020 It's confounding how the most ordinary things have become complicated. A misplaced box of screws for a home improvement project means a trip to the store and that means masks, worries about surfaces, and general stress. On top of all that, the elastic on the mask tugs on my hearing aids and… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Tell me something

coronavirus, Covid 19 pandemic, life, new old age, retirement

A pandemic diary: Our daily bread (but not hot sauce)

April 17, 2020 My wife and I are lucky because we can afford to keep ourselves fed and haven't had too much trouble finding the essentials. Still, "going to the store" is nothing like it used to be. First off, we never go inside. Too many people won't keep their distance. Every week, we put… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Our daily bread (but not hot sauce)

coronavirus, Family, life, new old age, War, Writing

A pandemic diary: Lessons from the last world war

March 25, 2020 I’ve hardly been out of the condo for three weeks. Except for my wife, my last offline human interaction was five days ago with a grocery clerk. Every time I wash my hands, which is often, I feel like Lady MacBeth: "Out, damned spot! Out, I say!" But I know I’m one… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Lessons from the last world war

humor, life, new old age, Writing

The kindness of non-strangers

So you made it through the holiday. Congrats, but don’t stay happy for long! Seeing as how you’re a Real American, it’s time to shed the mindset of celebration and take up the mantle of guilt and self-improvement. New Year’s resolutions? Dude, like soooo last millennium! According to the poohbahs of pop-psych, what you need… Continue reading The kindness of non-strangers

life, new old age

Scooting through life

My wife and I recently drove from Atlanta to Detroit, a two-day interstate slog that covers several hundred miles and gets even longer when you try to avoid the endless work zone known as Ohio. Despite all that time on the road, the most enlightening part of the trip for me was a ride on… Continue reading Scooting through life