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Willie in his 80s now hadn’t made sense in years. His wife understood his grunts from the recliner where she propped him up till bedtime where snoring was music in the night. His grandson told neighbors Gramps had Old-Timer’s Disease, an excellent diagnosis with which doctors agreed. It was time to move Gramps to a home so his wife began […]

A Stationary Bicycle The doctor tells Phil and his wife he’s in pretty good health for a man his age but he needs to exercise. And Phil says he agrees and then goes on to explain his faith in recliner therapy. He sits in a recliner for hours, watches TV or reads the paper and wiggles his toes at least three […]

Plain Girl Pretty Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city after high school.   She worked nights  in a shanty diner next to a bar where working men gathered. Depending on how much the men had to drink Rose looked appealing but she ignored […]

A New Etiquette “One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew   in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what “one stall for all” calls for    after he’s through: Is it toilet seat up or toilet seat down? Author Bio: Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. He has […]

Remembering His Third Wife   Never speak ill of the dead, his father always said, and his father was a pastor  who preached from the pulpit.   That’s why whenever he thinks of his third wife, and he does almost daily, he never says anything bad.   Instead, he sends himself an email and records for history yet another  evil deed she managed to […]

Daily Paper on the Lawn   An hour before dawn the paper is out on the lawn white in the moonlight a trumpet dozing after a long night in a jazz bar tired from playing but willing to play a last set for me not knowing I read only sports and the obits two riffs in the paper anyone can believe Author Bio: Donal Mahoney lives […]

Answering Machine   My wife’s upset because I won’t answer the phone in the middle of the night even though the phone’s on my side of the bed.   And I say that’s because after all these years we both know whenever the phone rings in the middle of the night, someone we know, maybe   someone we love, has […]