January is the month of my birth.
A lot of people don’t care much for January – long, gray, cold, post-holiday letdown, not a lot to look forward to – but since it’s the month that I arrived on Earth some years back, I do have a good bit of fondness for it.
I’m not so big on birthday celebrations per se, but some birthdays call for more reflection than others. This is the month that I turn 75. It’s kind of a big deal for me, especially since I never thought I’d get here.
I had a stroke when I was 45, and I had to learn how
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