While granddaughters might not adopt the same politics or religion as their grandmothers, some habits are hardwired.

In which I round out the day at my 71st (seventy-first!) high school reunion.

When I think of what I did as a boy, I marvel that I am here today.

If you can’t lift your feet, the slightest hump or ripple in the floor becomes a mountain.

The same goes for eating at home, frankly.

Unless I develop a taste for quiche, it may never happen for me.

I don’t get around much anymore. But please do not get the impression that I am married to my computer.

Every time I leave my chair, I hope it is not the last thing I ever do.

Among other exciting things.