“November 2 :: All Souls Day” / Memorable Fancies #1665

In our community, every year on All Souls Day we honor our oldest living resident. Flowers, bright cards, and breathing equipment are frequently given. There is a rule that no one can win this award more than once. This rule has certain consequences.... … [Read more...]

“Young for My Age” / Memorable Fancies #1580

“Don’t I look young for my age?” she asked me, teasingly. “Well,” I said, “I don’t know; how old are you?” “That’s an impolite question!” she exclaimed, hinting at eternal youth amid the ample years.  [Click ‘Random Post’ above – be astonished] … [Read more...]

“Fogey-ology” / Memorable Fancies #1554

[“When I say that I am an old fogey, I am, of course, joking.” – Stevie Smith] “No,” she said, “I am a young fogey.” … [Read more...]

“The Distraction” / Memorable Fancies #1491

I taped today’s newspaper comics page on the wall opposite my bathroom mirror. A distraction – something for it to think about instead of me – instead of making me look older every day.      <END> Buy it at amazon.com/author/terencekuch: Try Try Again – A novel of deadly U.S. political intrigue from Ashton Publishing Group (Australia). … [Read more...]

“The Omitted Man” / Memorable Fancies #008

In our village, a man has been formally shunned by order of the authorities. That was many years ago, and he is now old. His name was erased from the public monuments. There is a rough-gouged gap in the list of donors carved in our hospital’s waiting-room wall. His wives have other husbands now; his children, other names. No one remembers the cause for which he was shunned. The omitted man himself is vague about it, no longer knows if he committed any particular acts, or none. He has … [Read more...]

“The Old Man Speaks” / Memorable Fancies #1198

[“The old man? When I become one, there will still be time enough to speak of that.” – Max Stirner] Well, I became one; but now I have nothing to say. <END> [below: me, book-signing at the Great Falls Book Festival, May 2, 2015] … [Read more...]

“Arthur Nicholls Thinks” / Memorable Fancies #823

[“the growing terror of nothing to think about” – Eliot, Four Quartets]          The old man stares out the window. Soon now, he thinks, the woman will knock again perfunctorily at his door and walk in without pausing, say once again, in a faux-cheery voice, How are we doing today Mr. Nicholls and without waiting for an answer, will provide food and then extract, with equipment and practiced hands, the remains of the previous meal. <END> THE MONDAY PITCH If you liked this post, … [Read more...]