Writing culture

Almost the first thing I did upon returning home after my last day working was emptying the contents of my twenty-five year old, well-worn and creased tan leather portfolio that Arlyn had given me. (She has good taste and people often compliment me on the occasional shirts she buys me).  I kept this portfolio inContinue reading “Writing culture”

No more pencils, no more books!

School’s out! No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers, dirty looks! It may be February 2, and while Punxsutawny Phil saw his shadow predicting six more weeks of winter, it dd not matter to me for today was my last day of working at my employer.  Come February 5, the following Monday, theContinue reading “No more pencils, no more books!”

Another River Styx

December 28, 2017:  My application for Social Security benefits was officially entered and accepted today; I join the millions and millions of others to join the ranks.  This new stage in my life reminded me of a presentation written and read by one of my oldest and dearest friends Nate Keedy when I turned 50Continue reading “Another River Styx”