That busy street

Flashback. This time I was able to take a left at the crest of the hill, jump into my car, and drive home in my car, seat filled with a new stock of library novels. Feels different than the days when the turn came to the right to continue my library work shift. Happy retirement,…

More pet store proclamations

They say so. After a recent visit to the library where I used to work, I took the strides down to the corner to check out the sandwich sign from the Village of Liverpool pet store. Bring in your guy or gal. They are still swapping snappy slogans.

Semi-new me

I can see clearly now. I broke down after last month’s annual visit to my eye doctor and took the little prescription card to the neighborhood vision center to pick up a new pair of progressives. It’s been, oh, three-plus years since the last purchase, enough time to collect some scratches on the lenses and…

Sniffing out life’s changes for the OG

Shutterstock. Used to always be when a certain odor hit me when I was behind the wheel, my eyes would start searching for the dead skunk in the middle of the road, as the song of my youth that still rattles around my brain courtesy of Loudon Wainwright III heralds. But now this certified Retired Guy…

Old favorite for new game night fun at our house

Friendly competition. My dear wife Karen was happy to honor my birthday gift request for an old favorite game. I grew up rolling the dice and filling out boxes for Yahtzee with my parents and then with my sisters. Karen and I have happily fit the dice rolls into our leisure time since December, a…

Too generous neighbors

Bread on the pool cover. The food chain around here can work like this: A neighbor decides birds and squirrels need nourishment. Out goes half-loaves of their uneaten bread. (Nice, thick, crusty artisan bread, I must add.) Said wildlife lugs weighty food toward some hiding place or another over the fence that divides properties. The…