I see myself right where I am. On a relaxing Sunday morning, writing from my bed. Out in the living room I can hear Clint and Sid talking, hanging out. I suppose in ten years we won’t need to bargain with Sid on the way his toast is cut. Those are four year old issues.
I want to dig my heels in and say that I hope nothing much has changed. I’m still where I am. I’m loving my job. We are healthy. I don’t want more wrinkles. My hair won’t change. People will say you don’t look fifty-eight, I thought you were in your forties.
I’m still writing and reading. Maybe I’m working on a part-time basis at the newspaper. My city’s newspaper shut down a few months ago. It had been owned by a media conglomerate that had no ties and no interest in our city or the people in it.
But a group of people here have decided that we need and should have a community newspaper and are looking into starting one up. I have expressed by interest in helping out, even if it’s on a volunteer basis, to do whatever. This makes me very excited. It’s still in the planning stages and maybe even pre-planning but it’s something to look forward to.
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