Among the brilliant things I never did was an art project I conceived of in my late teens, in which I was going to take Polaroid photographs of my feet clad in favorite pairs of shoes. An autobiography in footwear.
My current obsession with the Tokyo Olympics prompts memories of a low-budget trip to Montreal for the ’76 Games.
The traffic is godawful, but maybe as a result of the snail's pace everyone's driving too slowly to inflict much damage.
I am 74 and diagnosed with end-stage heart and kidney disease. The doctors said there was not much more they could do. Go live life.
