The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

a ghost. People walked right past me. They held up Eleanor’s crystal vase and frowned at the dust. They laughed at my collection of vinyl records.

“Who listens to this junk anymore?” a teenager muttered.

I wanted to shout, “I do. I listened to that junk while I danced with a woman who is no longer here.” But I stayed silent. We old folks learn to be continue reading …