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Rethinking The Story of You

April 25, 2016

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Life in the Boomer Lane has always been skeptical of the conclusions people reach when they go through past life regression.  When one considers that, throughout history, the overwhelming majority of people consisted of the unwashed masses, it is astonishing that so many folks discover they were Marie Antoinette or a Pharaoh in a past […]

Guerrilla Aging: Memories Lost and Found

September 12, 2014

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  If we are an accumulation of all of our memories, then many of us are in serious trouble. Memories, like socks, often appear and disappear in random fashion.  Sometimes, their appearance, like the errant sock, makes a match, and we once again capture a complete memory. More often than not, the lone memory, like […]

Cooking With My Mom

May 19, 2014

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    Several months ago, I entered a monthly contest on a literary site, Midlife Collage. Winners were chosen who had the highest Facebook likes and the best comments from readers.  Thanks to your support, I won that contest.  Now several months later, all winning entries were reviewed and the winners were asked to submit another […]

The History of Memory Techniques From 500 BC-2014 AD

April 8, 2014

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    The history of memory training began around 500 BC. This is because, prior to 500 BC, nobody did anything that had to be remembered. From one million BC to 500 BC, everyone killed things and ate them, raised things and ate them, and then died well before they got bald or developed back […]

The Making of A Hula Hoop Champion

October 1, 2013

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Life in the Boomer Lane’s Uncle Sid, an amateur photographer, left behind thousands of slides, photos, and dozens of old movie reels when he went to the great photography convention in the sky. Uncle Sid was not a creative type. His garden sprouted way more signs than anything else. Each flower, bush, vegetable, and herb […]

The Joy of Weed

August 27, 2013

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The other day, while engaged in my usual rushing around from one place to another, I had to walk down a street that was in disrepair. The sidewalk was badly cracked and weeds were sprouting up in all the cracks. I don’t see much of that in the white-collar world in which I live and […]

An Archaeological Dig, Without Leaving Home

July 1, 2013

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It occurred to me over the past year that my children will never remove the approximately 100 large boxes stored in my attic. They have good reasons, mostly consisting of “We have no place for it.” I even resorted to saying “When I die, all you will do is throw everything out in the trash […]