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    Exactly how much of an affront is it if you meet an old acquaintance and think he or she is someone else?     There I was in the supermarket, having braved the icy roads outside, searching for kitty litter. With...
    We were the only people in the Bird House at the Bronx Zoo on Saturday. This was not surprising, since it was a cold, cold day and only about a half-dozen vehicles were in the parking lot when we arrived.     ...
    Borrowing from one of the books I’ve been reading lately (though not in the order presented), I would say that purgatory would best describe how it was getting to the small town of San Pancho, in Mexico; that being there was...
    Come back, Stephen Talkhouse, all is forgiven!     This strange sequence of words was like a whisper in my ear as I trudged along the partially plowed sidewalk on Main Street ’round about midnight on...
    Air travel is a conundrum, at once wonderful and terrible. It is wonderful to travel so far so quickly, but terrible to have to leap over all the hurdles it throws in your way.
    Sharp-eyed readers of a nautical sort may notice a small but significant change in this week’s newspaper. For what I think may be a first, the tide table, which usully appears in the sports section, no longer gives the times...
    As it neared 8:30 p.m. on a recent Sunday night, Mary and I, as is our wont these days, talked of the time that remains to us, and she wondered, in that connection, what places I might really like to see and what things I might...
    Midnight was the first. He was a big, tough tom, jet-black with just a couple of white hairs on his throat, a “witches cat.”     We did not adopt him; he adopted us. I was 3 or 4. We were living in...
    The conventional wisdom, as usual, is right: Being a grandparent really is wonderful.     Almost nothing could have pleas­ed me more as the holidays came on than to see several of my grandchildren in...