Life with cats, and other things…
28th August 2023 Do you ever stop and ask yourself how many moves it took, to get you where you are? How many things had to fall in place to make important events occur? In 1976, as my aunt and uncle planned to retire and move to Maine, I found myself an apartment. The rent … Continue reading No returns
In spite of an early childhood illness, my father lived to the age of 93 and as far as I know, managed to avoid medical doctors until the very last of his years, when cancer reared its ugly head. Dad's cancer manifested in his esophagus but it was never-the-less most likely related to his having … Continue reading Fickle Fate