How many times did I amble down this "back alley" to my apartment? Twenty five years is 9125 days, and I surely passed along this sidewalk at least once a day. Now only the untethered leaning telephone pole and ancient oak remain, my former home, ... gone. The maintenance shed whose roof my bedroom looked out onto. ... gone. Even the sidewalk, ... gone. My life at Wilshire Village, ... gone.
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I'm a seventy something old codger retired from an all-to-brief career as a scientist and educator. No longer bound by the constraints of having to make a living, I have turned to the arts to amuse myself. My work consists of "works on paper" including prints and photographs, as well as letterpress and book arts. I write for my own amusement and read whatever books I find interesting from Proust to Melville.