It’s the end of the line.
She’s left me.
And to top that she’s locked me in her bedroom closet.
I love her, as much as someone like me can, and I’m used to it so – don’t think I’m hurt. It’s just that I’m bored and,
I suppose, angry that she hasn’t traveled lately and that means I haven’t gone
along and because of that I’ve not had any adventures at all.
You would think she would be more sensitive to my feelings and at least take me out for a walk. I do a lot for her, you know. For instance, I carry




TTBS After living half a century in Kansas we moved here to Orlando five years ago. It was to be the fulfillment of a long-held dream to live among the palm trees and year-round sunshine. Before the move we thought about it a lot and planned even more but nothing could quite prepare us for the reality we would face, Lisa and I.
The dream started decades ago on a vacation in Las Vegas with our then infant first child Sydney. I remember focusing my eyes on a stand of palms the last day of that vaca