A Disorderly Retirement
Age is a tricky thing to get your head round. From the age of about 25 onward I’ve never quite believed that I was as old as my birth certificate. Although I have to be honest, it’s looking pretty shopworn by now. As you get older, birthdays start to take you by surprise. Not another…
I have just come back from Boston, Massachusetts, where the leaves remained stubbornly green rather than glowing in fiery shades of red, orange and yellow as they should in the autumn. Still, the sun shone and it was perfect touring weather. The first thing dedicated tourists do in Boston is to embark on the Freedom…