They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,
On holidays I hear from Paul, who’s 80 if a day, who may have won his war on poverty without help from his friends. He won’t accept a cent.
He saved money for years to vacation in the Everglades because he has degrees in the study of reptiles. He’s an expert at the zoo.
You’re glad when the holidays are over and everyone’s gone home and the ribbons and wrappings are balled up in the garbage.
Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties
There’s a football field between u… I’m in one of the end zones bellow… and you’re in the other one bawlin… the cliffs of your cheekbones streaked with mascara.
What will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse.
Harvey at 80 is losing his hearing. He can’t hear his wife when she talks, a symphony lost.
A little boy from the city down on the farm for a day wanders away to look at the sheep and finds a bull
Standing in line behind a father and his little boy waiting to reach the register
Years ago Rodney King, after his beating in LA, softly asked America, “People, can we all just get along? Can we stop
It’s not Clyde who sleeps in a different doorway every night to avoid the cops and it’s not Wayne who sleeps in the
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
If I hadn’t died, I’d still be bouncing along in that Greyhound bus through the mountains swigging a Coke.
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