Newsletter #76 - The language of old age
The column made me think.
I think often of my friends who died.A slow treasured parade.
But I smile,a chuckle these treasured memories.My they were fun,real fun..
I miss someEVERY day,and say to my bride “Ohhh remember when….chuckle “
What a glorious picture of Roger Angell!
My he could write,a dream a bloody dream……
Made me smile.
Thank you.
I love this because it is true.
It's the condescension that can rankle! So the trick is to find a way to laugh at it. And to feel lucky to be still around. But keeping equilibrium and a sense of humour can be an effort, for sure...
Brilliant . Thank you !
The column made me think.
I think often of my friends who died.A slow treasured parade.
But I smile,a chuckle these treasured memories.My they were fun,real fun..
I miss someEVERY day,and say to my bride “Ohhh remember when….chuckle “
What a glorious picture of Roger Angell!
My he could write,a dream a bloody dream……
Made me smile.
Thank you.
I love this because it is true.
It's the condescension that can rankle! So the trick is to find a way to laugh at it. And to feel lucky to be still around. But keeping equilibrium and a sense of humour can be an effort, for sure...
Brilliant . Thank you !