This is a photo of me taken a few years ago before I got old and my
hair turned white. If you will notice, it looks like I am gritting my
teeth. This is what is called a Norwegian smile. When a Norwegian hears
the words "Say cheese," his instinct is to duck or turn his head.
Norwegians do not smile when they are photographed. A group picture of
a bunch of Scandinavians looks like it was taken at a funeral.
I like this picture because it doesn't show my blotches and wrinkles,
which I have aplenty. Life beats you up some, my friends; don't kid
yourself. Slings and arrows. Worry and woe. I was unmarked when I was
kid. Now look at me. But I'm grateful to be here. I'm still
alive and kicking.
I count my blessings daily. I am happily married. I do what I want to
do. I'm healthy. I've got a nice house in a nice neighborhood in a nice
town. Our cats are a blessing and a curse.
I was going to say something else, but I forgot what it was. That
happens a lot. So it goes.
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Read JS's story, "Estranged."
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