The Irises are Showboating

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They look about to pirouette. Tra-la! It’s May!… The lusty month of May! Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe, Camelot —– The dogwood is at its peak, with luminescent pink blooms and white petals overlapping each other on the trees. … Read More

Geezer Tour Buses are Rolling Again

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The rush to make up for two years at home. The tour buses are rolling again, filled with travelers. My age peers who are hearty travelers, Boomers, are comparing notes on how many trips or tours were cancelled, and how … Read More

Concourse Z. Gate 2. Hell.

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First international trip since Before You have the middle seat in the last row of the airplane. The one that can’t recline. A very tall, thin man who nods and smiles behind a bushy mustache is seated next to the … Read More

Geezer Romance

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The criteria for a Match A male acquaintance complained about a widowed peer who at 75 was behaving like a 20-year-old. He was dating and looking for love. More power to him. My last partner in romance died about four … Read More

Society’s Child on Final Tour

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Janis Ian’s soundtrack and Grammy-winning audiobook. Janis Ian is doing a farewell tour. The soundtrack in my head includes Janis Ian’s At Seventeen and Society’s Child. She was one of the singer-songwriters embraced by the hip kids, and I remember her music of the … Read More

Interview With Easter Rabbit

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E.B. reveals preferred pronouns and contract negotiations The first question for you Easter Rabbit — or Bunny, can I call you Bunny? — is what are your pronouns? E.B. Yeah, well, this is a subject of debate. I am a … Read More

I Miss Obscene Phone Calls

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You can’t slam a cell phone down. Before universal caller identification on our cell phones, back in the dawn of time or at least telephones, we all had land lines and no caller ID and no voice mail. We ran … Read More

Spring Peepers are the Soundtrack of Spring Evenings

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Tiny frogs freeze and are resurrected. The spring evening air fills with the sound of spring peepers as the last of the snow melts. That background chorus is the soundtrack to walking in the woods. I lived by a large … Read More

I’ve Planted Gardens no Longer Mine

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I need bright colors and fragrances and miniature houses for fantasy. I planted tulip bulbs and mums, almond trees, lilacs, and weeping cherries in yards no longer mine. My bleeding heart in Minnesota grew to a bountiful, huge bush. Neighbors … Read More

We are Powerless. Not in Front of Children. Your Art.

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The Sun Comes Up in Mourning The question of the moment: How do you keep the world in your heart while living your life? I have had this conversation several times in the past few days. These are agreements among … Read More

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