Tag Archives: Chapel Hill

It’s now or never…

The seventies are different from the sixties. Stiffer, slower movements in my body and brain. Words fly by avoiding recognition. Synapses disregard memories. Seventy-two years old? How did I get here? My grown-up kids would say I never acted my … Continue reading

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Trying to make it easier — a short one

Walking back to Brook and Gian’s house, up the main drag of Franklin Street in Chapel Hill, NC, I see a way to make it easier. Cut through the woods. Some folks may think I’m a bit nutty. I prefer … Continue reading

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Thankful for taxi drivers, leftover leaves, and Thanksgiving leftovers

Kalid, the taxi driver from Dubai who took me from the airport to Brook and Gian’s new home in Chapel Hill, was full of Thanksgiving wisdom. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it’s not about religion. It still came up, … Continue reading

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