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December 29, 2021



I hobble. I have, as a friend told me not too long ago, a hitch in my giddyup.

Don Z. Block

I sidle, shuffle, shamble, limp. Rising from the floor is usually a three- or four-step process that requires both arms. Stairs must be negotiated with a firm grip on the banister, one step at a time. The golden years? The what?

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