



EW! ICK! Look at this guy! Tattoos, cigarette breath, greasy hair, dopey hats … I so completely don't see it. And I guess I shouldn't. It's a new generation.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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