As I get older, certain changes become more noticeable. Take toilet lids, for example. Overnight, it seems that good, solid lids have been replaced by these flimsy plastic imposters. Sitting on them courts slapstick disaster. Where did all of the good, solid toilet lids go? I imagine some young, up-and-coming business school graduate at Kohler…
I have found that as I get older, my memory gets worse, or my brain plays more and more stupid memory tricks on me. Lately, I have found it more difficult to remember a word that I want to use, although I know it’s meaning perfectly and even have an idea of what letter it…
I finally finished In Joy Still Felt this evening, after nearly 2 weeks of reading it. As always, it was a great book, one of my favorites, as are all of Isaac Asimov’s autobiography volumes, and once again I was sad to have it finished. The next two books I’m sneaking in because I simply…