More 99-Year-Old Stories

I always enjoy visiting my neighbor, who is 99 years old. He is still as sharp as a tack. I learn so much, he is like a walking history book. His memory is so sharp and keen. I often can’t remember what I ate for lunch ¬†yesterday, but he remembers dates,...

99 Year-Old Stories

I’ve been walking by the river these days, while the temperature hovers between warmish and cool. I love watching the wind blow the leaves off the trees; the leaves are whisked in the water, landing softly, swirling their way with the slow-moving current.¬†The...