This will be the final entry in this blog. As regular readers know, Mrs. R. and I have spent a good deal of time in the hands of the medical profession in the five months since Thanksgiving. She has had a number of issues, including three operations. She faces nothing life threatening, other than the […]
One day I passed an elderly lady sitting in a wheelchair outside her room … Our eyes met, and I said “Hi.” She returned the most beautiful smile. A decade ago Mrs. R. belonged to a most collegial bridge group of eight ladies — two tables. They played every Thursday at one of the member’s […]
“Harry. We got a dead battery. Get the crime scene tape. And call the coroner.” LAST FALL MRS. R AND I were in Seattle on our annual retirement trip to the great northwest. Mrs R. grew up in Seattle. She graduated from West Seattle High and later from the University of Washington, these days known […]
“Experts say that fully 80% of all strokes are preventable. No kidding — 80%! “ HERE’S A NAME YOU DON’T HEAR EVERY DAY: Johann Jakob Wepfer. He was a Swiss pharmacologist and pathologist who lived from 1620 to 1695 — a remarkable life span for a person of that era. To put that in historical […]
“[One] study found that nursing home residents felt much less lonely after spending time alone with a dog than when other people joined in the visit.” by Dave Riley MRS. R. AND I LIVE in what can fairly be called a very large retirement community — 17,000 people. But at times it seems like there […]
“It was through [Louella’s] column and other news stories that I came to know about Wynn. My Mom would read me her syndicated reports in the newspaper…” by Dave Riley In the mid-1940’s, when I was a grade schooler at Mary Snow in Bangor, my Uncle Wynn Rocamora was a very successful agent in Hollywood. […]
“Smoke?” he replied indignantly. “I don’t smoke.” by Dave Riley When I was in my twenties and just back from military service in Germany, I moved to the Monterey peninsula on the California coast and rented an inexpensive place on the corner of First Avenue and Carpenter Street in Carmel. The accommodations were, to put […]
“…she could scream, cuss and even kick me, which she never does, and I wouldn’t mind it a bit.” by Dave Riley MY REGULAR BLOG POST will return next Wednesday, but for this week I just want to follow up on Mrs. R’s illness. After sixteen days in the krankenhaus, she has finally returned home. […]
“This certainly is a bump,” she said at last. by Dave Riley THE INTRO TO THIS BLOG says, in part, it’s about “how all seniors have hurdles to face — maladies, loss of loved ones and more.” Well Mrs. R. and I are rather in one of those situations now. The day before Thanksgiving she […]
“I said to myself, ‘You can do this.’ The hill replied, ‘Oh no you can’t.’” By Dave Riley I CAN’T PINPOINT THE DATE, but I believe it was sometime in my early forties, or thirty-five or forty years ago, that I took up jogging. My daughter, a student at the time who has since enjoyed […]
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