Just My Opinion

Who would have thought two abandoned kitties we recently adopted would come to symbolize a new lease on life for all of us?

Chalk it up to sour grapes — pun intended — but I am finding it difficult to empathize with the disgruntled French who now have to wait until age 62 to retire.

When the little calico cat showed up at my office doorstep more than 20 years ago, one look at those huge green eyes, with their dark, mascara-like rims, and that “prairie dog” stance and I was instantly won over.

We arrived in Juneau on the second day of the cruise. Standing on deck as we pulled into port, we spotted a large American eagle perched on the ship’s gangplank. We weren’t in the “lower 48” anymore. We had arrived in a part of the country where even the best superlatives are inadequate.

Take it from an aficionado — Sometimes there’s something real about TV reality shows: Burnett, creator of Survivor is pitting youth against maturity during the next installment of his hit reality TV show on CBS.

It was on one of those glorious warm May days that I decided to play hooky from work and hit the beach with two friends, who were also MIA from their daily responsibilities.

Whom do I trust? If you really want to know, I trust my friends, otherwise they wouldn’t be my friends. I trust most family members; the ones I don’t I keep at arm’s length. Finally, if you want to know if I trust my government, the answer is more complicated.

If you take the politics out of the recently passed health care law, there’s a lot for older Americans to like.

But when it comes to making me feel the harsh reality of advancing age, nothing compares with those yearly increases in my health insurance premiums.

Once a month, I take time out of my busy work and personal schedule to supervise the flow of individuals who, without the extra food, would not get proper nutrition and, in some cases, would go hungry. I have been a volunteer at that food pantry for more years than I can remember.