Codger

Walking around the block, Susan and I pass the Columbia Gas family playing in their yard. The young couple, maybe late twenties, with two kids, an infant and a toddler, are one of the few families consistently outdoors. I know I should be able to supply a name rather than reference the work-truck parked in … Continue reading Codger

Times change

Half-past, quarter-till, five-of. These time-telling conventions I grew up with left the lexicon before my kids were born. But that never stopped me from using them: Me: “I’ll pick you up at the tennis court at half-past.”Sophie: “Half-past??!” Me: “C’mon Eli, I want to get there by 6:00. It’s already five-of.”Eli: “Five-what??!” Me: “We’re meeting … Continue reading Times change