By Fred Vogel
As I watch the old guy slowly making his way down the library steps, probably wishing both the railing and his hands were lined with Velcro, I realize that before long it would be me being watched by a much younger person as I struggle to regain my youthful balance. Sooner than I care to admit, that old guy will be me. Hell, he already is me, left with little more than a long past and a short future. The past: exaggerations we cling to; the present: cherishing those exaggerations; the future: trying desperately just to hold on to the railing.
Mr. Vogel, maybe I’m just getting used to your writing. Ha,ha. Instead of reacting with ‘agism, demeaning,’ as I did with IN THIS CORNER, my reaction this time, as a not so young reader, was ‘truthful and tempered with a healthy humor’. Please keep writing. Benita
Thank you from a not-so-young writer.
Nice!
Oh true. Lovely writing. I could picture this.