Posts By : scott

First of all, I have a calendar in my phone and several in my computer. So, right off, we can agree there is no need for a calendar at my desk, plus 2 others on the walls of my home-office. There are others at the back door, in the breakfast nook and the kitchen, on the fireplace mantle, and on my bureau in our bedroom. Eight, non-electric calendar

Next year I will push back my retirement again, for the second or third time. When I was 50, being 62, 65 or 70 sounded so old. The plan was to retire on schedule like my friends, but each time I reached the designated age, it seemed too early. Too soon. Too risky. Ya know, retirement is dangerous. No one comes back alive. I’m blessed with a job I

There are no Christmas carols about taking decorations off the tree or digging holiday lights out of the snow to pack them away. All the joyous memories of past celebrations are filled with the wonderful activities that end about half way through December 25th, just after Christmas dinner, when the last of the relatives have pulled out of the drive

Wanna make someone think you are really old?  Tell a younger person you remember when there were only three television stations and that they stopped broadcasting at the point you were expected to be sleeping and started back up in the morning with a grainy black & white picture of the American flag flapping in the breeze while the national ant

There are, of course, different types and levels of pain.  No one’s pain is better or worse than anyone else’s.  Pain is highly subjective and no matter how empathetic any of us are, our own pain is the most significant.  All this is said to avoid being misunderstood when declaring that pain is remarkably different when we are older.  What’s differ

I was coming out of a thrift store when I heard someone call out, “Aren’t you the guy on TV?” followed by, “Hey, what are you doing shopping in a thrift store?”  Good question.  I answered it there and now I will answer it here.  My mom used to shop at the Goodwill for her clothes.  I was embarrassed by this.  Worst of all, she liked to brag about

Maybe it’s because of a girl I never had the courage to meet in high school.  Her hair was prematurely grey.  She held me spellbound from afar.  It could also be my own lovely wife, Kelly, whose long, blonde hair has turned increasingly grey, marking each passing year with me.  Of course, it could simply be that Boomer women who proudly display the

We’ve been writing this column for 11 years. I say ‘we’ because I write it and my lovely wife, Kelly, translates it into English. It began as a way to advocate for Aging in Place (AIP). The purpose was to talk about challenges in growing older at the place of one’s choice and to share information about available support services. Over time, as the

  After finishing off all the meat in the house and every possible meat dish at favorite restaurants (and some I just happened to go to for the first time), I actually began to eat what others might consider a vegetarian diet. I prefer calling it vegetable-centered, but whatever. I’ve lost the weight initially gained going veg and another 10 l

It’s been maybe twenty years since I last camped and I’m not the camper I was. Back then, I just wandered off into the wilderness, with 65 pounds of stuff strapped to my back, and stayed out for a while. My daughter still remembers the day I renounced it forever. “No more sleeping on the ground!” she swears I screamed out. So, everyone was surprise