A Missive of Love
January 29, 2026
I retired in 2014 after 50 years as a journalist, writing Opinion Columns in several national newspapers. Yes, newspapers. Print journalism—already on the decline in 2014. Since then I published a memoir "Sunflower in the Snow," to great acclaim, but lesser popularity. A monumental oeuvre followed; "Politically Incorrect Bible Stories—Is Sex Good for the Jews?" No acclaim—but greater popularity.
So, I have been writing a diary, but not conscientiously. Let me explain: I'm 90 years old. Ninety! The Bible calls 80 the Age of Heroes. So maybe 90 is Heroes on Steroids. I know gerantologists refer my age by other complimentary names—but I'll stick with mine. That's why my diary isn't filling up. Not much happening.
Some action required. What? First thing that comes to mind is to move near my kids and grandkids. Splendid! Folks, this is a tremendous move, like crossing the Delaware, storming the Bastille, or discovering DNA. I flew down from Florida, warm and cuddly state where I had lived for a long time— to Maryland. Today is January 29, 2026, 16 degrees outside, where only little kids and frisky dogs are rolling in the snow. Since I live in my own apartment, I am making this entry in my long neglected diary: A black SUV under my window is stuck in the ice, Has been for five days. First thing I do each morning is run to the window and check. Still there!
That's action!
Had I moved in with my kids, they would bother me no end. So I must remain independent. EXCEPT... (stay tuned.)
