I am definitely slipping, when important dates come and go without notice, after making my way forward each year until now by gauging where I am by where and who I have been on any given date——one, five, or 20 years ago. May 2, 2002——nine years ago Monday. It was a Friday that year. In the back of my car that afternoon was everything that had been in my desk at the physical therapy clinic I managed in a town nearby. I had handed …

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Scuffed and worn by the weight and pace of getting by and getting there, luster long lost, barely recognizable against their former new out-of-the-box perfection, there’s nothing like a pair of aged old shoes the way we used to wear them. My oldest memories of shoes have them of leather, bought in an old-fashioned shoe store in the middle of the thriving downtown, back when downtown was where everybody shopped. We polished them every Sunday, and wore those same shoes until they started coming …

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I stepped out the back door yesterday mid-afternoon and as I typically do this time of year, I scanned the invisible column of space that rises in a hundred-foot-wide cylinder of the clearing in which our house sits nestled among the maples. There might be a boiling cauldron of migrating hawks (though if so, they’d be somewhat off-course for the thermals over the Blue Ridge Escarpment ten miles to our south.) To my amazement, the invisible tube that is our air-space held hundreds of …

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Image via Wikipedia The skyline of New York City is fading in the blue haze, below and behind me, and I am headed home. Is it possible? I am pretty sure I just vacationed. For decades, when we took a notion to travel (or far more often the case, were compelled by obligation to do so) it was to visit Ann’s folks, or mine. Then, time off was to take one of the kids to college, to visit them at college, or entertain them …

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Image by fred1st via Flickr I expect any day now to find in our green mailbox an official-looking envelope from the federal government. It will mark both closure and commencement.  The message it brings will lay before me a kind of life-stages symmetry, a bell-curve, this notice punctuating the far right end, the final period on a long yellowed page of paragraphs called my career. And it will be the capital letter at the start of a new unwritten page. This future monthly feeding …

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