Haiku

Julia read this out Sunday morning before we left for the beginning of her sophomore year at Goucher.

LIFE IS SHORT | Autobiography as Haiku

At ages 90 and 88, and not too spry, my husband and I very carefully made our way from the parking lot into the grocery store.

As we were checking out later, the cashier said, "I saw you two coming in and you looked so cute holding hands like honeymooners."

"Actually," I truthfully replied, "we were holding each other up!"

Sunday, August 28, 2005; Page D01