“Chit,” pleads a familiar voice, “where can I get an annulment?” It is an overseas call from Celia, a friend from way back. “I should not have married him! I should have listened to my mother!”
Well into our senior years, even the healthier among us need not be reminded of our mortality. We certainly don’t look forward to it, but we don’t stop at simply accepting its inevitability, either.
He sure is no spring chicken. But as they say, it’s never too late to be who you want to be. Just ask Cesar Barcelona Bagaipo, the country’s soon-to-be oldest new lawyer, who will be turning 70 next month.
I just had a senior moment.
I didn’t forget . . .
I am looking for a baby. For almost a year now, I have been in search of the little one who will bring joy into the still childless home of my friends in Switzerland.
Jose S. Concepcion Jr., at 81, still goes to the office daily, and, to his wife’s chagrin, is quite restless and bullheaded, sour if he has nothing to keep himself busy.
Romance chooses no occasion—especially not for us old fogies. We neither wait for it nor worry about it; it happens when it happens. In fact, this Valentine’s Day we had resigned ourselves, quite happily, to waking up with my five-year-old granddaughter Mona asleep between us.
Before I wrote the first line of this article, I posted a cartoon of a writer using pen and paper and, below it, my comment: I am not writing “War and Peace” today. Only “War and Facebook” for Chit R.
There’s a Chinese proverb that says: “A family with an old person has a living treasure of gold.” I wonder how many believe that. Not that I have illusions of being a treasure, or even becoming one. But it would be nice, wouldn’t it? To be held in high regard is among life’s loftiest aspirations, right alongside the fervent desire to be respected, loved and, yes, needed.
Determined to avoid ending their days in a retirement center, elderly Washingtonians living in the shadow of Capitol Hill are working together in a village-like community to stay in their homes.
It all happened in 1964 for Jim Toolen. Only 19, 6-ft-4, blonde and bronzed from surfing in his native Long Beach, California, Jim was picked that summer for a role beyond his dreams.
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