My mother was 66 years old when she died. Her mother, the only grandmother I really knew, died when she was 70. I’m 68 now, and thankfully, a whole lot healthier than either one of them were. Not that I wanted them to be unhealthy. You know what I mean. I grew up with Grandma …
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You asked for it.
My local newspaper, the Napa Valley Register, recently ran a story I wrote about one of my trips. This one was to Spain, to Bilbao and Donostia (San Sebastian). I thought you’d like to read it. Let me know what you think, if you have a minute. NVRegister: The Bruce of it.
Him Puts You on the Naughty List
This morning, all before 8:30 am. “Mimi, I can’t find my shoe,” Peyton, 6 years old, tells me, moaning, while standing in the dining room twirling the one shoe she does have round and round by the shoe laces. A perfect example of gravity if I ever saw one. “Keep looking, Peyton. It has to be somewhere,” I answered, …
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