In my salad days when AARP was a hearty burp rather than an acronym, the sun, moon, stars and wheel of fortune revolved around me. Today, sipping my-end-of-life’s digestif, I see the world from a far different perspective. I hear a lot of older men complain about no longer “being in the game.” I know […]

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I have several rich friends. I mean really rich friends. And from time to time I confess to unmitigated, all-inclusive green-eyed envy of them. They can have everything that money can buy. And I can’t. I’d like to drive that new Cadillac XTS Sedan, fly to New York to see Hamilton and while I’m at […]

Read More My reel me and the real me

Buff Whit-Bradley of Fairfax, California (aka “Mayberry on Acid”) has written a new collection of poems called To Get Our Bearings in this Wheeling World which speak honestly and freshly about being older, about the dread of it, the memories of youth that at the ready come racing back to consciousness, and the pleasure of […]

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