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I Just Celebrated . . .

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. . . my 83rd birthday.

 

 

 

And most folks still ask: “How does it feel to be 83 (or wotever age you hit)?”

My answer is still the same — “Short and fat.”

 

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December 3, 2017 at 2:17 pm

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Wanna Make a Mountain . . .

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. . . out of a molehill?

Just dig up some more dirt.

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November 25, 2017 at 9:12 am

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I Must be Getting Old

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I’m doing more and more for the last time

. . . and less and less for the first time.

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November 21, 2017 at 9:11 am

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You Know You’re Getting Old When …

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… your list

of dead friends, relatives and acquaintances

is longer than your list of living ones.

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November 14, 2017 at 7:46 am

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Getting Through Childhood …

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on pins and needles

got us to geezerhood,

 

which we’re getting through on pills and needles.

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October 20, 2017 at 10:06 am

We’ve had our twin beds . . .

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. . .  for more than half a year now,

and I still can’t tell them apart.

Written by Cecil Scaglione

October 12, 2017 at 8:33 am

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Early-Morning Episodes . . .

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. . . as seen on pre-breakfast bike rides around Gilbert, Arizona, include:

— a shout-out lime-green polyester shirt housing a pony-tailed blond skimming along a side-street sidewalk followed by her beau in black shorts, black T-shirt and black sandals pedaling a black high-handle-barred coaster bike.

— two grille-to-grille pickups plugging up a driveway and blocking half the street while the backed-into-the-drive vehicle sucks battery juice through what look like black straws from the truck with its back to traffic.

— power mowers competing against each other in green swards across the street from on another as landscapers trim bushes and blow leaves into piles before the sun gets angry.

— teens — bored, perched on curbs, chatting in couples, texting or gaming, a few even waving — gathered at school-bus stops.

— school buses boring into traffic without conscience.

— bikers in bike lanes with teeth gritted who rarely wave back as they bust their buttocks to beat their previous times or distances or both.

— assorted dog-walkers of all attitudes and attire with an endless array of breeds and behaviors.

— householders, a few holding their morning coffee, turning on or off their front-yard sprinkler systems.

— young mothers, mostly in vans, dropping their children off at all-day holding tanks.

 

 

 

 

 

Written by Cecil Scaglione

August 14, 2017 at 8:39 am