In 1962, a dozen seniors escaped from East Berlin by way of “Der Seniorentunnel,” the Senior Citizens’ Tunnel. Led by an 81-year-old man, the group spent 16 days digging a 160 foot long by 6 foot tall tunnel from a chicken coop to the other side of the wall in West Berlin.
Sue Pepper, a special education teacher who lives in Chandler, figures she’s gained and lost hundreds of pounds over the years. There wasn’t a fad diet she hadn’t tried. She would lose weight, get back into her clothes and then go right back to her old eating habits.
My right breast is deformed. Two surgeries and a five-day intensive radiation treatment have changed the structure of a perfectly beautiful breast. The skin is still smooth and the nipple looks identical to the original—it’s the implant itself that has dropped leaving the right breast lower than the left breast.
Imagine that you reside in a tiny country about the size of New Jersey and are one of eight million citizens surrounded by other nations determined to annihilate you.
Ann Lewis fondly remembers the father of her childhood—a strong, proud man who headed up the buildings and grounds department at a college in Massachusetts.
I’ve left it to others to write the tributes and reviews on the life and times and unequaled career of Mickey Rooney, who died at age 93 on April 6.
When Martha Sipple-Stevens found herself back in the dating pool a couple of years after her husband passed away, she was initially frightened about re-entering the singles scene as a fifty-something widow.
In a world of fast-paced developments in technology, it’s important to stay informed of new advances– especially when it comes to healthcare. Many technologies used in therapy can promote recovery and benefit a wide range of patients.
We’ve seen so many of them on store shelves for years. Packages and kits that make a meal or dessert, and all you do is add water or just a few ingredients. I’ve passed them up thousands of times, but this shopping trip was different.
I bet you remember the following line: “Not just a headache...but an Excedrin headache.” Remember that ad campaign? According to the commercial, Excedrin was reserved for the worst type of headache in the world. Grantor trusts—sometimes called living trusts—are popular documents that many retirees set up to avoid Excedrin headaches for their heirs.
I was 16 when we first got cable in 1978. By the time it reached Southern Michigan, the technology had achieved an almost-mythical status: cable was this mystical electronic IV, of sorts, that hooked into your television’s bloodstream and made it an all-seeing, trash-talking R-rated genius. Kind of like the drug in “Flowers for Algernon.” (I never actually read “Flowers for Algernon,” but I did watch the movie version of it. On cable.)
They are large twin rooms with two rows of throne-like chairs with built-in footrests. The chairs in one room are green, muted red ones in the other, with a glassed-in nurses’ station between the two open spaces.
I’m working out with weights in the gym—pressing 17.5 pounders above my head and then squatting and bringing them down to my ankles. After counting 16 reps, I stand the weights upright in front of me and look at myself in the mirror.
Dear Old Bag: I personally do not like your title. Anyway, in response to the never-ending problem of who pays for a date: Maybe your readers would be interested in how I resolved this non-issue.
Jessie Clark used to go bowling once a week with her husband Bill. They bowled in a league arranged by AT&T, where Bill worked in Reno, Nev. So when Bill retired from the company in the early ‘80s, the couple also hung up their bowling shoes. Jessie took up painting and figured that her bowling days were behind her.