Hear, hear, Bill!
The Lovely and Gracious and Beloved Mrs. B would in recent years tell me I seemed to be getting grumpier and less tolerant of people. She was concerned I was becoming Walt Kowalsky, she said.
i defended myself by explaining that the older I get, the more people I’ve met. It gave me solace, but it didn’t really impress her, I guess.
At any rate, I guess she earned her eternal reward by putting up with me for 40 years, “people” or not.
God, I miss her. But she still inspires me to seek that calmness you describe.
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