
Mr. Martin, aged 92, still drives a car and still wants to look dapper. Lyric clips him into shape, smiling with every gently swipe.
When I told him I was 78, he called me a baby. I disagree. “You are Old Old; I am just Old!

Author: duckshots
Lapsed lawyer. Reader. Photographer. Jewish. Strongly attached to loving, caring, wife-Sharon. Working at remaining relevant. Hoping that my body and mind outlive my dreams. Maybe something I blog will make some sense.
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