Neither of my two old man fantasies has come close ... 1. to be a respected retired writer living in a hotel, holding court with younger writers during happy hour - a writer I met at the Daniel Boone Hotel in Columbia. 2. Lowkey habitual life, breakfast at same booth, same waitress, afternoon coffee, routine and reflection, my favorite teacher's life in Honolulu (passed some years ago).
Instead I never know what (manufactured) crisis is ahead. Not my idea of fun.
Instead I never know what (manufactured) crisis is ahead. Not my idea of fun.
