Charlie

Prague was one of the main cities in the Hapsburg Empire. But if it is not Prague, then it is probably Vienna or Budapest. Though the style is obviously Hapsburg, I don't really recognize any specific buildings. (It's too big for Brno or Salzburg, too flat for Bratislava or Graz.)

The last time I saw him he was 61; by my calculations, he would now be 73, and I assume he is collecting Social Security rather than payments for escorting.

I think it would help to know what boundaries you have that are pushable.

Prague?

I don't know when these photos of Bob Patrick were taken, but I hired him when he was 60 and he still looked great.

I have NEVER seen anyone actually leap over the net at the end of a match.

I have known a number of persons who went there, including one of my doctors.

Maybe he recently watched Psycho, and remembered what can happen when you don't lock the bathroom door.

My parents had their first and only child when they were in their late 30s only because they were unable to marry during the Depression; each was the eldest child in the family and had to help financially support their parents and siblings at a time when Social Security and unemployment benefits didn't exist. They were the only members of their families who had Depression-proof full-time jobs. Nowadays, people often wait to have children mainly because they want to establish careers first. Our nephew had his first child at 41 and just had the second at 44; he will be eligible for MediCare before they are out of college.

I also assumed the DNR was for someone who was terminally ill and in a medical setting, not for EMRs who had been summoned to a home in an emergency. That seems to me to put an unfair burden on the EMRs, who would not have expected to have to make that kind of decision.

Oh, but many still do care: the Catholic Church, Mormons, Southern Baptists, Muslims, etc.

Sex was much more exciting--to me--in the days before the Internet. Now it is a commercial interaction much like buying anything on Amazon. I enjoyed the activity of cruising for sex and sometimes finding it in unlikely places. I liked the excitement of not knowing what someone's body looked like until he took his clothes off; faces were more important than cocks, which were usually the last thing you saw. Other than checking for herpes, crabs, or "the drip," one didn't think much about the health consequences of having sex with a stranger. Bars were social venues as well as places to find sex partners, so one could combine socializing with friends with the possibility of ending the evening in bed with a stranger, and if the latter didn't happen, the evening was not a waste. If you were more determined just to have sex, then a bath house was a more logical choice, and you could relax afterwards in the sauna or pool. Belonging to a kind of secret society was fun--as long as you didn't get outed to the police or an unsympathetic employer. As I aged, that all got to be less fun, so I think I got the best of both worlds: being "gay" when I was under 40, and becoming a respectable member of a legal minority when I was older.

Can't you tell that it took hours?

Although I used to be quite fluent in German, I could never do simultaneous translation. Now I have trouble trying to say what I want to say in English. First it was retrieving the nouns that became a problem, then the adjectives. They say that the conjunctions and articles are the last to go. I can no longer give a speech without writing it out first and practicing it over and over.

When we bought our first house in the city, we were surprised that the supermarket on the next block sold kerosene. The we discovered that some of our neighbors didn't have electricity and still used kerosene lamps.

He didn't know she was going to trade it until after she had done it. To make matters worse, the car was not as good as he thought: it looked beautiful, but it drank oil. After a month, the dealer agreed to exchange it for another used car he had on the lot, which I was happy with for a couple of years. (My father was one of his regular customers.)

Thanks for the memories....

When a colleague of my father traded her car in, my father advised me to go to the dealer immediately and buy it, because he said it was in excellent condition. So I did, but it had a bigger gas tank than my old car, and when I took it to the gas station to have the attendant fill it up, the total bill came to $3.75! I was shocked, and had to find all the change in my pockets to pay for it.

Looking for an apple?

And you are much older than I am ?

I bought a Citizen Eco Drive about ten years ago. It still keeps perfect time without a new battery; all it needs is to be exposed to light for at least part of the day, apparently any kind of light, to stay charged.

Great find! But you need to be selective, because it would take you the whole weekend to visit all of them.

I wear a $20 Casio watch while I play tennis. I'm usually the only one on the court wearing a watch, so everyone is always asking me the time.

The old Edith Nourse Rogers district?

Was he your Congressman then?