I’m old. I like being old, and I am good at being old. Being old fits me. I was not good at being young or being middle-aged, and it is nice to discover an age I am good at. What’s not to like about it? I don’t have to work…

My family physician is considering quitting and going to a different HMO, but she needs to work things out with her husband before she makes a move like that. My physical therapist is very unhappy with his new receptionist. I don’t think he understands how much she contributes to the…

I have gone soft. I realized it as I sat watching the Hulu series, Only Murders in the Building, a goofy comedy with Steve Martin, Martin Short, and Selena Gomez playing a trio of crime-fighting podcasters. I was probably watching it because I was caught up on Ted Lasso, the…

For me, getting old led to retirement, and retirement meant saying goodbyes. Some were sad goodbyes. Others not so much. Three of my favorite goodbyes were to credit reporting agencies. Experian, TransUnion, and Equifax Hasta la vista, assholes. I need you no longer. My house is paid for. My car…

I am ordinarily a novel-reading guy, but a while back I decided I would read biographies of the American presidents. In order. From the beginning. I just finished Abraham Lincoln, and I need a break, so I’m reading novels again. But after reading sixteen presidential biographies, it seemed to me…

Anosognosia: A neurological condition where a person is unable to perceive, or is unaware of his or her own illness. When practicing probate law, I was on the court bailout list. Judges used the list to put probate lawyers on cases that needed them but didn’t have them. Due to…

I was in my law office when I got a call from a professional guardian who was a regular client of mine. The Oregon Department of Human Services had contacted her to help out with an old man who had collapsed on the street. When someone hired her, she hired…

The Clark High School Literary Club had no connection to Clark High School other than all of its members were students there. It was the brainchild of Jack Lipman, Harold Nalback and me. The three of us were the unelected leaders of a group of seven boys who met every…

The family farm in my childhood didn’t belong to my father, but to my uncle. Until I was old enough to legally hold a job in the town where we lived, I spent my summers on the farm with my cousins. On the farm, when the chores were done, we…