I have a fantasy of the Elderwood Bar where olds gather to swap stories about their day, strut their new shoes, drink craft brews, and eat French fries. I want to know what people are doing, what they’re working on, what they’re thinking about, and how they feel. I want to hear their jokes. I have fond memories of casual camaraderie paired with festive beverages. Any liquid will do. It’s the people I’m looking for, the people who share my history.
So leave your social isolation at the door and start up a random conversation. I plan to post an amusing three-minute read once a week. Your comments are welcome. Write them below or mail them in on a cocktail napkin. We’re expecting you.