By Ted Furlow

 During the Christmas holidays, we visited my daughter in Medford, Oregon.  I really went to see three of my grandchildren, and it was a wonderful trip, complete with snow and a white Christmas.  One of the high points was taking the grandkids, Gabe, Katie and Annie, to breakfast at a local diner.  The place was pinewood cozy, a little bit kitsch, a little bit old, and seriously Oregon.  

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By Ted Furlow

 In a mindless moment, I let the “Cruise Director” talk me into signing up for classes at Cal State, Long Beach. We would attend the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute together…sweet, just like our college days. Osher is an independent affair on campus, whose goal is to be a school for learners 50+. I think of it as a program for delinquent seniors, someplace to keep the geezers off the 91, and to stop the looting of buffets with hidden Tupperware. 

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By Ted Furlow

 One day last week, while on the front porch getting the mail, I saw a flier on the ground. It was a thin piece of paper advertising a lawn service, so I bent down to pick it up. Wouldn’t you know I couldn’t get the darned thing off the concrete? I don’t have long nails, I bite them anyway, and I have little traction with my fingers. After stumbling about on the porch for a few moments, failing in every attempt and probably looking like a fool to my neighbors, I stood up, gave my fingers a wet lick, and managed to stick the paper to them. 

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