You know you're getting old when all the names in your black book have “M. D.” after them.
The sun streamed through the windows and the trees were in bloom. The coffee was flowing and the retirees sat in a circle at the senior apartments. Kathi and I stopped by to greet my mother and some of her friends. The circle widened to admit us. We found a spot to share a moment.
“What are you talking about today?” I asked.
“Same as always,” someone said.
“Yeah. Yesterday’s Brewers game, the weather, the people who didn’t show up this morning…you know,” added another.
They all nodded in agreement. “Oh, yeah. One other thing,” added Harold.
“The cost of health care. Whenever we get together, our one common theme is how much we spend out of our pockets for medical care. At our age, we spend as much time at hospitals as we do at home!”