Charlie

I used to walk by the house, hoping she would just happen to emerge one day.

My doctor stuck his finger up my ass last week and poked around, but he said the prostate didn't feel abnormal to him (he is gay, so he has felt his share of normal prostates). But he still wants me to have various tests to find out what has been causing some recent discomfort in my abdomen.

I knew two people who made that choice last year, both in their 90s, whose partners had died during the pandemic, and who both had medical conditions that were making the remainder of their lives miserable.

I was about to say exactly the same thing!!

You can still buy their package of individually wrapped "Mini Crumb Cakes," of which I am quite fond for a quick breakfast on my way to the tennis court.

A year ago I traded in my old Mercedes SUV for a new Nissan Rogue, and I have no regrets. It is comfortable, handles well, gets good gas mileage, has all the new tech but the controls are very easy for me to understand and use, and it cost me about $35K. Check out the reviews for it on Consumer Reports, which recommends it.

My parents and grandparents all died natural deaths, but of different kinds. My maternal grandfather died at 55 of an apparently congenital heart condition, which seems to have affected some other family members in every generation--one of my younger cousins died of it at 30--but since I have no sign of it, I consider him really irrelevant to my prediction. My father was in excellent shape until he suddenly developed acute leukemia at 72 and died within four months of diagnosis; I suspect that it was the result of working unprotected for years with certain chemicals, since no one else in the family has ever had it. It is kind of a rogue cause, but of course I could also die of something unexpected like that (I thought about that a lot during the early days of the AIDS epidemic). My grandmothers both died of medical conditions--tuberculosis and diabetes--when they were younger than I am now. My paternal grandfather died of kidney failure, but he was already long past the expected age of death for someone born in 1870. My mother, on the other hand, was successfully cured of both colon cancer and breast cancer in her 70s and 80s, and died simply of old age at 102. I think I am most likely to be like her, though I really do not want to live that long (and neither did she).

As best I can remember, there was a large gathering space inside the entrance with chairs and tables (the baths were in the basement of a hotel in the West 70s), and as long as one wore at least a towel covering one's privates, one could sit there to watch the performer, who sometimes walked around among the audience. There was no stage, but there was a raised platform for the performer. I don't remember musicians, so the music must have been recorded. As you can imagine, my attention wasn't always solely on the performance.

She wouldn't have been working the Continental then if she were already a star.

I didn't know that Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin were born on the same day, or that the 13th Dalai Lama was born on the same day as my grandmother.

Ah, memories! I loved sitting there in just a towel watching Bette between trips back to the steamroom.

I agree about the ads. I'd say pretty much the same thing for the entertainment. And those turnovers?! The most interesting part of the entire broadcast was the overtime.

It's nice to see someone whose "Map me" shows a real location and not just an arrow at City Hall.

Even the photo from 2019 is certainly not that of a "boy."

I went to the DMV a couple of weeks ago to renew my driver's license, and the new license came in the mail on Friday. I was appalled by my photo on it: I didn't realize I already looked that old! It looks like a candidate for the "before" photo in a Plexaderm commercial. Maybe it's a reality check on how long I should want to live.

Depending on how old you are now, that it either encouraging or disturbing.

If Daddy were a wealthy businessman, he wouldn't always have been asking for donations to keep the site operating. It was Hooboy who ran the site basically as a hobby.

"Mine is bigger than yours."

While unable to sleep the other night, I decided to try to predict the age I will live to by taking the age at which each of my parents died, plus the age at which each of my four grandparents died, and dividing by 6. The result made me a bit nervous: according to that formula, I will die within the coming month☹️. Then I tried the outliers formula, in which I split the ages between the one who lived longest and the one who died youngest. According to that formula, I am already dead😲. However, I then considered the fact that my own health background is most similar to that of my mother, who lived longer than the other five by a good many years, so I threw away the averaging formulas and used the comparison test instead.

No. That Chestnut Hill is in Boston

I couldn't tell you much about the ingredients, but a Moroccan tagine is a large pan in which food is cooked and served; most contain meat (lamb is a favorite) and a variety of vegetables and spices. Since all the meals I had were communal, we had tagines frequently, and I never was served one that I didn't enjoy.

Perhaps you saw a story in the papers several years ago about a problem on I-10 between LA and Phoenix that caused cars to be caught in a traffic jam for several hours in a desert area in eastern Riverside County. One guy in a Tesla ran out of power, and Tesla had to send someone to rescue him.

The only place I have been to in Morocco is Marrakech, about a dozen years ago.. We went because an old friend threw a milestone birthday party for himself, and invited friends and family from around the world to join him (he rented two riads in the medina for all his guests). Since it was a mixed group, there was no gay sexual hankypanky, so I can't speak to that scene, but the setting was as exotic as any I have ever experienced, right out of an old black-and-white movie from the 1930s. I would gladly go back, if only for the food.

Yeah, I've slept with a few guys who are named on Wikipedia, but I am not.

"Why are you giving that look to my guy?"