Happy Trails to You
Stories
OVER THEREI owed my neighbor a visit. She'd left a message on my answering machine just before Christmas. It started with the words "All right, I'll leave a message..." People over eighty don't like answering machines, and I don't blame them. I'm like the Unabomber in that respect -- hatred of technology. And also, as I heard him described on the news, "a follower of Thoreau."
The message was an invitation to come over and see the amaryllis I'd sent her, just bursting into bloom, but I ignored it. I knew she had a houseful of children and grandchildren, so I could postpone the visit. I figured, they're all in there eating their Christmas pudding, they don't need me. I'll go when she's alone with her dog and cat.
"All right, I'll leave a message" was something my father used to say when he accepted the answering machine after two decades. But I'm not going there, as I'd heard Geraldo say on his nightly "news" show. It's too sad for me over there.
A spiritual adviser was recently quoted as saying that most people have had their hearts broken by the time they're twenty, but he didn't say what had ... read full excerpt from Happy Trails to You: Stories ebook