Memory lane
It was (and still is!) a hip, happenin' place.
Earlier this fall, I was traveling up West Street and saw a sign for the new Centennial Senior Center. I was bemused.
Fore!
And by 'nut,' we mean he really likes it.
Groucho Marx once said he didn't "care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members." I can relate to that.
Ding, ding, ding!
Ready for a ride on the trolley?
According to the lyrics, the trolley should have gone clang, clang, clang, and the bell should have gone ding, ding, ding. And my heartstrings should have zinged.
Inspiration for the rest of us
A few weeks ago, after walking around the various Fort Eddy Road stores, I stopped at the supermarket to buy some groceries.
From one connoisseur to another
Read on and find out.
I like ice cream, and I eat at a lot of it – probably way too much. That should make me somewhat of a connoisseur, but I’d describe it more as being a glutton.
Memories, sweet memories
This past summer I spent a considerable amount of time golfing, although what I do may not actually be considered "golf" except in the broadest definition.
Here's an honest opinion
When did 50 become the new 65?
A few years ago, or maybe it was last month, I'm not sure when, actually, I first encountered the "senior discount." This discount seemed to coincide with my eligibility for AARP benefits at age 50
The Kevinator
If you just open your mind.
What's "The Kevinator," you ask?
