Old Folks

March 27, 2011 | Leave a Comment

“Howarya, John?” Nursing home visit to see John–someone from a distance back in my life. Before finding him, I had searched the third floor halls to locate him. A nursing assistant found me and directed me to the “day room.” John was in there–his star spangled American flag hat atop his bald head–the cap bill […]



March 26, 2011 | Leave a Comment

Goodbye. Frightfully final. Had he misinterpreted? Inadvertently looked at things through gauzey, tired eyes? The old music–the oldies–kept booming through his mind–holding her hand–arm around her in the car–night trips–day trips–hell–she was the integral cog in his life. If he had done it, she was there. On the beach. In the mountains. Everywhere. To the […]