Commentary
Next Sunday at noon, the Martha’s Vineyard branch of the King Canute Society International will meet.
I live off a dirt road, rutted and pitted. Pebbles and dust spew from car tires.
I haven’t played all that much golf in my lifetime, but most of it has been with my brother Kent.
“Is there anything you’re excited about today?” the little boy asked me, as we were drying ourselves off.
Young people, even middle-aged people, don’t usually spend time thinking about growing old. I’m not sure why.