I’ve always heard getting old is not for sissies, but I just thought the complainers were being sissies.
If the past few weeks are what it’s like to get old, I have joined the sissy ranks. I don’t know if I’m up to it!
Last winter, I had some bursitis in my hip. Does anything sound older than ber-SI-tus? Didn’t think so. This summer, “Bertha” has plagued me and slowed my road-running.
I was supposed …
