April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire… Perhaps I am being a little melodramatic in quoting T.S. Eliot but I am in a bit of a funk this month. Don’t worry … Continued
Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I’m sixty-four! With apologies to the Beatles, make that when I’m sixty-five. Here we go again. It seemed liked yesterday my column Truth on age-old problem (May 3, 2012) … Continued