Grouchy Loner Enters 7th Decade, Woods; Vows to Avoid Doctors, Tacos
I turned sixty the other day, and I feel great. At least that’s what the nurses told me…
Falling Trees, Dining Owls, and the Missus’ Birthday
Yesterday was The Missus’ birthday. I won’t say how old she is because 1) she looks as lovely and young as the day we were married, and 2) I’m not stupid (at least not THAT stupid).