I love old stories! Here’s one that’s perfect for this time of year. It was 1972. I just moved to Los Angeles from New York. I was eager to vote in my new state...
In 1969 I joined the Army Reserve, attending weekly meetings, summer camp, and six months of active duty. We met in a dingy Manhattan room...
It was February in New England, and the Blizzard of ’78 immobilized the entire region. Highways were shut, cars abandoned in helter-skelter fashion as the unsuspecting
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After Fifty Living