Street sign: Ho Hum Road & Easy Street In retirement, I look for days off from my days off.
An old man drinks tea and reads the newspaper--forgetting age for a moment.
If I want my time wasted, I'll waste it myself.
Language is the friendliest of the things from which we cannot escape.
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.
Health can be squandered, but not stored up.