The story was too good to pass up.
Granted, I no longer am a newspaper reporter, but a story is a story.
So, I volunteered to interview and to write a story about the impending birthday of a woman who resides at the retirement home where my wife and I recently moved.
It was of no consequence that the audience would only be a hundred or so residents of Terpening Terrace in north Eugene rather than thousands of subscribers to newspapers where I once worked as a journalist.
After all, a story is worth telling, especially one about a woman who will celebrate her 102nd birthday shortly after I finish writing this blog.
It required patiently interviewing a person who couldn’t recall many details about her early life in a rural western Oregon community. I also talked to members of her family and friends. Dates and places needed checking, and I shouted with glee when I located her name on a 1938 commencement document thanks to the Internet. Continue reading YOU CAN’T PASS UP A STORY EVEN DURING RETIREMENT
Moving up, that is.
To the third floor of a retirement home.
For the elderly.
Lou and I hardly qualify.
Because we’ll only be 89 this spring.
Someone said that’s moving up.
Wouldn’t be surprised if I could remember…
Meanwhile, we’ve been cleaning up.
A house we’ve occupied for 40 years.
Now is the time to downsize.
Take half of what you plan, they say.
They are people who moved up
And no longer cook meals
But meet three times daily
In the dining room.
So much to change
Address, telephone number…*
The list goes on and on,
But it’s time to halt this solemn chant
As Lou and I move up.
Two stories nearer
Our final resting place.
* 50 Ruby Ave., No. 327, Eugene, OR 97404
A doctor sewed me up this morning.
I wish I could brag that I was injured while driving a race car that smashed into a wall or while rescuing someone who was drowning in the McKenzie River.
Unfortunately, I ran into the dishwasher door that was open in our kitchen Friday morning, and I began bleeding “like a stuck hog,” as we used to say down on the farm in the Ozark Hills during butchering season.
I had been dodging that dishwasher door for more than three decades, but it got me as I began preparing a gourmet breakfast. After impact, I kicked off my left shoe before it filled with blood. Yanked up my pant leg and stopped the flow of blood with the help of a dozen paper towels.
Blood leaked out of a dozen or more bandages during the next 24 hours. This morning I decided it was time to visit the doctor.
I was quite pleased with the repair of the three-inch-long wound on my shin. The doctor deadened the area before taking out his sewing kit and crafting five beautiful stitches.
“Return in seven to 10 days and have the stitches removed,” he instructed. Ah, I thought, now I have an excuse and can skip my daily physical workouts. I made the mistake of asking.
“No problem,” he replied. “You should be able to walk, run, whatever.”
Meanwhile, no one wanted to see the bandaged leg when I told the story as dramatically as possible. No one offered to buy me lunch or a cup of coffee to advise me how I should deal with the inconvenience of an injured shin. No one mentioned the mental distress that I might experience as a result of this misfortune. No one seemed to care that I would be unavailable to suit up for the Duck football game with Stanford.
All of which proves that scars don’t get a person “much sympathy” when you bump into a dishwasher in today’s world.
I woke up still not dead again today
The internet said I had passed away
If I died I wasn’t dead to stay
And I woke up still not dead again today
Willie Nelson decided to cash in on several erroneous reports of late that he has shuffled off this mortal coil. He wrote a song that turns out to be a hit, one that refutes the “fake news” reports of his death.
Frankly, I don’t know what concerns Willie about the topic. After all he’s four years younger than I am, and I plan to stick around for at least another decade.
I do, however, check the obituaries daily in the local newspaper just in case I have missed my passing.
I am always surprised at how young so many of the featured people are who have walked into the sunset, gone to meet their maker, or as we say in the news biz, died.
In some respects, I’m envious of Willie who has taken risks that might be classified as “death defying.” However, he always sings and plays his way out of tight places, reinvents himself, writes another song and plays another concert. Continue reading THE RUMOR IS FAKE NEWS: WILLIE’S ‘STILL NOT DEAD’
The nation faces one of its greatest challenges in selecting a president after the Electoral College vote ended in a tie on Tuesday, November 8.
The chore of selecting a president fell to the House of Representatives, which failed to endorse Donald Trump, the Republican presidential candidate.
And the Senate toyed with selecting Hillary Clinton as the nation’s vice-president before offering the job to Barack Obama, who declined, saying he plans to concentrate on refining his golf game.
Meanwhile, the NRA equipped members of the Supreme Court with automatic rifles in preparation for what many experts say will be one of the court’s most challenging sessions defending the Second Amendment.
A prominent New York newspaper published a front-page investigative story about the rumor that Trump had planned to remain in Trump Tower during his presidency because the White House was too small to accommodate his portraits and his tax statements.
“You can’t make America great again by living in that dump,” a Trump supporter wrote on Twitter. Continue reading ELECTION ENDS IN TIE; PRESIDENCY IN LIMBO