When I fall silent for weeks, Gentle Reader, although it’s not exactly time to worry, it is time to infer, correctly, that something is going on. And that something might generally be described as the passage of time. I mean, aging is a polite way of saying that one is staring directly into the face of death, vis-à-vis the grim reaper. That sort of thing. So, I have been brooding upon this reality, which may not be such a bad idea. After all, such are the facts. And there’s another thing…that Read more [...]

Jane is leaving for her day with the grandsons, and as she departs, I do the same. I am encouraged in this maneuver by the low-level beeps emanating from my Apple Watch.  ”Time to roll,” the watch says. It has discerned that I am in a wheelchair and offers me this hourly advisory. Apple, being from Silicon Valley, home of the physically fit, which encompasses the liberal vision of the “differently abled”…is concerned about my quadriplegic cardiovascular health. One cannot help Read more [...]