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Of late I had my Dahon folding bike serviced. It is a sweet little thing, perfect for bicycling about this geriatric park I live in. I bike with my yellow Giro helmet. For more than two years the bike languished in my garage but now that I have lost 19 pounds in Weight Watchers it is time to include exercise as the next component. My pressure has been reduced to that of a young man’s. It is more a regimen than a diet which I can adapt to readily. Clearly I purchase things and then it takes a really long time for me to use…

Often I go to blog and the damn essay vanishes, often because I don’t save it or whatever Gates has perversely devised. The last few days I have not felt the urge to write, for whatever reasons. I wrote a short piece which you can read in Pages called “The Artist Is Never Poor.” The upshot is that the well of the artist is continually flushed with writing water. So it isn’t that I have “dried” up. It is something else, a disinclination, if you will. I just associated to my birthday which is tomorrow. I will be 68. What…

At Harry’s Bar & American Grill, Papa said, an epiphany comes late to each man and best of all in a clean, well-lighted place and best before dawn before the heat of day is best gone and the shadows stretch long and far into the night, la noche misterioso. “Hombre, nada mucho,” Papa said. He sat there under the light and the heat of the bulb was weak but it gave off a burnished glow much too weak. “The light is good and bright and pleasant but the bar floor goes unwaxed,” the waiter said. Papa sat off in a…