Monthly Archives: February 2020

As long as I can remember, there was thick noodle soup. I assume it was the invention of my mother or my sister before I was born. Perhaps “invention” is too strong of a word. The soup was simply Campbell’s … Continue reading →

I yawn, you yawn, we all yawn occasionally. Or so I thought. Recently it dawned on me in 60 years of marriage, I have never seen my wife yawn. Don’t Asians yawn, or is it just her? When I mentioned … Continue reading →

That’s all I know. I did not read her obituary. (Don’t send me other death notices. I assume you are all dead unless I have recently heard from you. Death is not the terrible condition we once assumed, and I … Continue reading →

Old News, by Arthur Krystal. The New Yorker, 11/4/2019. This is a review of books on aging, most of which the author dismisses as sappily optimistic. Krystal gives us a few words of wisdom near the end: “But what do … Continue reading →

I was dusting off a stack of old books when I dislodged a tiny spider the size of a pinhead. He was tan, not black, and was running for his life to safety. He did not make it. RWalck@Verizon.net

For several years I had a prominent white speck of bird doo on the inside of my car, on the  diver’s-side door on the bottom of the molding around the window. It must have landed one day in that brief … Continue reading →