The Good Parts
Whatever Happened to ...?


Every morning before breakfast, I do stretching exercises for about twenty minutes.  I unroll my blue yoga mat and spread it out next to the windows so I can watch over the Charles River if I’m in the mood.

My body seems to know my routine because most of the time, my mind is somewhere else.   In a way, it’s like meditating.

One day while stretching, I counted how many phone numbers I remember from places where I have lived. (Nine.)  Another day, I tried to name all the kids in my cabin at Camp Wingfoot when I was twelve.  (I failed.) And all the addresses I ever had, (Thirteen without counting college.)

My reward?  Coffee and the newspaper.


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