Writer’s Bloc: The Wonder of Aging - Mon, 17 Jun 2013 PST Tennis racket in one hand and pen in the other, I am a man who no longer moves with the same vigor he felt in his youth. I see the direction I will go to reach the finality of life – it will be a summer day, I imagine, when I will lift my glasses off (or a daughter will do it for me), and lie down on dewy grass, my skin covered with scars that no medicine can rub off, tattoos of transition from ...
June 17, 2013 - The Spokesman-Review