Every day the same play. The moment I rise, the first act begins, the same plot

It tears the stomach out of Roy to see old folks shopping at an all-night grocery store ancient couples, on canes and walkers

She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.

She was about the doing not about applause canning tomatoes in summer baking pies in fall quilting winter away

They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often

Old barber shop in a neighborhood never posh now poor. A single chair with an ancient barber

Inferno of a summer day Mother’s dozing Tommy, tiny, three, paring knife in hand tiptoes out, flops

Pete reads a story about an artist who never sold a painting until he… and then sold one for a million do… Finding the artist on the internet… his work is just odd shapes in bri…

They’ve been married 50 years and never a sorry day, Wally likes to say. Melba’s been a great wife but she’s very sick and doctors sa…

Strong man Samson told Delilah seven locks of hair were the secret of his strength

Let’s not worry about it, Dearie, life gets better, life gets worse. We’re no different than the seasons of the year except we’re luckier than most having

I flew out to see a high school friend. from many years ago. He was poor back then and I was better off.

Each morning I step from the train and march with the others leaving the station. The weatherman’s warned of rain

Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce

She’s at a flower show miles away arranging roses in a vase very carefully.