Two women are standing in the parking lot. It’s about 6:30pm on a week night and they have just finished a long day and an early dinner. The topic of conversation is whether or not to continue the evening or just call it a day and head to their respective homes. Distractedly, both look down at the tires on their trucks, pull their sweaters tighter against the coming chill as the sun sets. “Damn! I’m going to need tires this winter!”
“I was just thinking the same thing! Oh no, what’s that going to cost?”
Such is life after 60 in the hills of New Hampshire. I head down the road to my humble cabin by the lake and stop to admire the last rays of August lighting up the edges of the water. A long, holiday weekend stretches ahead and the end of summer coincides with the end of an era…
Therapeutic Misadventures 