I’m 67, a widower, father and grandfather and a survivor of shingles, bad knees, periodontal disaster, hypertension and cancer, not to mention exposure to other dangers of my age and era from the Vietnam War to LSD to homophobia, the latter only because I choose to cruise these hills in the pink Miata that I
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In keeping with my specialty of Adventures in Aging, and inasmuch as our Friends and Neighbors theme this time is Love After 50, which of course translates to Sex After 50, which is naughty, I’ll tell you about my nasty teeth. They’re rattling around in a jar in my bathroom, all 16 of them, discolored,
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Today, that tattooed motorcyclist you see leaning into a curve on our mountain roads isn’t necessarily on drugs. He or she could be on Social Security.

Hello and welcome, Friends and Neighbors, to another episode of Adventures in Aging. Sit back, prop up your feet, put on a little mood music and enjoy your favorite beverage as we journey into the intriguing world of bladder cancer, a condition that came my way late last summer, blessing me with not only fodder
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When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now, Will you still be sending me a Valentine? Birthday greeting? Bottle of wine? – Lennon/McCartney, “When I’m Sixty-four” They’re playing my song up there. I recently turned 64, which makes me seasoned, experienced, ripened just enough to spew insights on the adventures of aging,
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