Humor
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HELEN HUDSON HERE: MAKE MY DAY
Here’s what makes my blood boil: callous jerks running roughshod over old folks with an air of insouciance that unhinges me . Whether it’s shoving past them in lines, defrauding them by phone, neglecting their care or outright ignoring their presence, their constant victimization makes me furious. I defy one, single reader to go one,… Read more
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HELEN HUDSON HERE: MAKE MY DAY
Here’s what makes my blood boil: callous jerks running roughshod over old folks with an air of insouciance that unhinges me . Whether it’s shoving past them in lines, defrauding them by phone, neglecting their care or outright ignoring their presence, their constant victimization makes me furious. I defy one, single reader to go one,… Read more
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DON’T PUSSYFOOT: PAY YOUR TAXES
Tax day is no longer the exciting prospect that it once was in 1975 when I excitedly marched into H&R Block (in January no less) with my very first year’s pay stubs totaling well under five figures. As I handed the guy my large envelope jammed with disorganized receipts, I was thrilled to be joining… Read more
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THUMBS UP!!!
When I first started driving, Granny cautioned me NOT to pick up hitchhikers. “You just never know,” she warned. I disobeyed her, but only once. That day, I was feeling pretty independent behind the wheel of my stick-shift, Chevy Nova, clunker when I saw a guy with his thumb out on the highway. No dummy… Read more
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YOU JUST NEVER KNOW
Bob and Joe are about as unlikely a pair as a cowboy boot and a Ked’s sneaker. Yet every morning they hold court at the local Starbucks. As customers dash in and out, there is a continual stream of “Mornin’ Bob.” “Hey there, Joe.” “How you guys this mornin?” Each recognition makes Bob puff his… Read more
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HELEN HUDSON HERE: RAISE THE ROOF!
Granny let me have a party at our house back in the 70’s with a bunch of my hippie friends. She bought potato chips and 7 Up and told me I could even crank my record player up a notch. (“In A Gadda Da Vida, Baby” was a fave.) As she retired to her bedroom,… Read more
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HERE’S TO THE ‘OLD’ NEW YEAR
New Year’s Eve finds me sitting alone in an old house dress with rolled up socks and the dog curled at my left hip. As I reflect on the ‘old’ year passing in my final blog for 2011, firecrackers pop in the distance. My teenagers are off with friends and my husband is long in… Read more
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PUT ON THE HAT
A half, bent over, old man was moving very slowly in front of me as I walked to the gym this morning. Every, single step he took was arduous, deliberate and pained me to watch. Even though my own step these days lacks some of its’ old spunk, I slowed my pace. He was working… Read more
AGEFULLY AGING 