The morning after my second cataract surgery, I stood on the street in front of my retirement center, waiting for a ride to see my eye doctor.  Soon a group of  residents shot through the entrance  on their way to an exercise class.  Seeing the pirate’s patch over my right eye,

No long after I moved into my retirement center,  I found myself visiting a new friend in the assisted living section.  As he and I talked, a woman joined us.  I judged her to be in her 90s, though she had the svelte body of a dancer and a pretty face.  I asked if she’d ever bee