On Friday I started down the callejon (alleyway) where I live to go to the bakery three blocks away. It’s about a hundred yards to the street, then another hundred or so to the corner, then two blocks to the bakery. I only got a little way to the corner and had to turn back home. My legs were too weak to continue. Another notch in the progress of aging. Continue reading “What Happened Was. . .”

