During every natural disaster, there are people who refuse to evacuate. We gape at the TV and ask ourselves: "Why didn't they leave? Are they nuts? Who are these people?" I call them crackpots. Because I can.
When I heard that Nora Ephron had died, I felt it in the pit of my stomach. I had to call a friend. She felt it, too. However, it took me a long time to get around to writing about Nora Ephron. As her friend Meryl Streep put it, ""How do you talk about a friend who said everything you wished you could say, everything you wanted to say in the world, but better?"
You know you're getting old when two friends call to check on you during the heat wave. Wait a sec, I just called to check on my sister, who's really old (87) and you're checking on me? Oh, well, it's the thought that counts, and I was grateful to share war stories. Over 100 degrees for days in a row. And more on the way. Wow.
Ken Trainor nailed it in his one of his recent column on turning sixty, or should I say he hit it out of the men's room, which he'll be visiting more frequently as he grows older. I agree with him on most of what he said, such as his "share of regrets and joys," stored in a memory that "can no longer be entirely trusted." Amen to that.
"If this is an emergency, call 911 or go to the nearest emergency room." Sound familiar? It's the message you get when you call most doctors. It usually precedes or follows upwards of half a dozen other choices. Sometimes none of them put you in touch with a live person - you have to "do your time" first. I like to call the Appointment Slapdown System or A.S.S.
I figured a good idea for a blog about aging would be to ask fellow seniors who they thought was sexy. So I sent out an email to about fifty friends who I thought were over sixty. I eagerly awaited the answers. Nothing. Nada. Surely they couldn't all be ignoring me. Surely I couldn't be getting creepy in my old age. Then I discovered that I had only sent it to five people.
I'm enjoying a vertical life in a town where horizontal is an honorific; I now live in a high-rise alongside the Frank Lloyd Wright Historic District. There's a lot to see looking east from the 11th floor, principally the tops of three gorgeous churches: Calvary, Grace Episcopal and the United Church of Christ. I'm thrilled by their chimes, especially on Easter Morning, and disheartened by the architecture of the mostly flat-roofed rectangles surrounding them.
I hate to turn on the news in the morning, especially Monday, and hear how many people have been shot in Chicago. It’s horrible and it’s senseless. Father Michael Pfleger calls it genocide. It looks like that to me.
Now seniors and everybody else will have a choice to see such films. The Lake Theatre has announced a First Tuesday Film Club. The first film Albert Nobbs, is scheduled twice on Tuesday, April 3 at 1 pm and 7 pm. It stars Glenn Close, who was nominated for an Academy Award for her role. She plays a man so she can get a job at an upscale Irish hotel. The plot thickens when she falls in love with a man.