A Return to Yesteryear As an “ole-timer” I often think of the “good ole days.” When I recently read the following, it brought back a lot of memories… The rhythmic charm of rockabilly dazzles your brain and bones with excitement. Your socks chafe the hardwood floor as you slide and cut the ground with moves that make your parents fearful of your generation.

ADULT EVERYDAY TRUTHS

• I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

•. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.

•. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.

•. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

•. How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

•. Was learning cursive really necessary?

Not too long ago I had “one of those days.” I was feeling pressure from a writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the toilet was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller processing my deposit had to start over three times. I swung by the supermarket to pick up a few things and the lines were serpentine.

THE EYE OF THE STORM Sunday morning at our house is a little like Dante’s Inferno. A great lament goes up among the children when they discover someone else has gone before them into the water chamber. In a few moments I will hear the hum of hair dryers and the shouts of, “Has anybody seen my brush?” I will hear a squeal of discovery, and then the one using the hair dryer will say, “I couldn’t find mine. Why can’t I use it? Come on, give it back!”

When I was growing up in Houston, our family lived across the street from a man and woman who had married later in life. Mr. Brill met and married Mr. Roberts after her childbearing years had passed, so the two of them enjoyed a honeymoon that lasted well into retirement. He was a wonderful, doting husband who loved her deeply, and she found great joy in the man of her dreams. Mr. Roberts was not only the light of her life; he provided much of its meaning. Then, a sudden heart attack took him from her. Her grief knew no bounds.