March 5, 2012

Dinnertime

(1993 February)

When it gets near meal time, I hear the clank of crutches and every other [such device] known to man. So sad, yet good they can go. I myself cannot go as well as I used to. Now 5:15 and time to lurk around the dining room until Dorothea says, "Ladies and Gentlemen, time to come to your evening meal."

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