With Meeting aging
Published by Jnana Hodson
I post from a small seacoast city in northern New England, where I really do have a small barn packed with mementos of my lifetime journey from my native Ohio to the Pacific Northwest and then back east. View all posts by Jnana Hodson
My eldest brother called it a conveyor belt. When you reach the end you fall off.
Scary way off looking at it, but all too apt.