My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
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Thursday, February 20, 2014
Being Old
When, as younger people, we think of being old it is as young people. We think we will have the same vitality, interests and capabilities; but that is not how it will be. We will be old as old people, which is how it should be.
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