After World War II before television, before women had tattoos before men wore earrings, I was a child in a world

Does he remember? Jenny, how could he forget? Thirty years ago you roared into his office and raged about your cousin’s

He’s supposed to be a feral cat and I’d never tell him otherwise but when my wife goes shopping he waits hours for her patiently on his haunches

I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers

Noon meal at the nursing home and everyone is there chowing down and talking. Before dessert is served there’s an announcement to be made

Tattoos were anathema in ‘52 on any man who got one after an all-night drunk or to impress a girlfriend. But not a word was spoken to

America has two kinds of migrants, those with money and those with hope, a farmer’s wife told me the day I stopped to buy some eggs.

Being out of work during the holidays is twice as bad and twice that’s happened now to Wally Ballew

He wants to do certain things he should have done before old age and illness reaped their harve… The doctor gives him days perhaps a week to breathe

Don’t recall meeting a human being at the megastore staffed by robots in the flesh

A rainy Sunday and Pastor Smith is in his pulpit bellowing to the congregation, “I hope you understand

He wants to be fair to both sides because there’s an election coming soon so he tells his side every day

I turn the porch light on at 4 a.m… to see if a miracle’s occurred and the paper’s landed somewhere in the snow blanketing our lawn. Instead I see a clump on the mat

He’s not among the quick and not among the dead. He’s somewhere in between he tells anyone who stops his wheelchair in the halls