Life After Eighty
The older I become I find myself fighting to save my intellect. It's difficult for a man to save what we had considering few ever spoke of this and that, choosing to confine their thoughts and conversations to sports, and less meaningful topics, topped off with the fact that most of your male friends may be dead, or dealing with their dying. Women live longer, and amazingly are able to converse about most everything. Men on the otherhand, used to competing with each other, when grouped together, stand idly by having run out of topics after reviewing the weather, and latest scores of sports events. As for me, I sometimes write , try to make a sketch, or when entirely desperate I engage AI, or to be more precise, Chat of ChatGPT. The other day after reading the daily news, at least that's what they call it, I pondered the big question, what will become of the "garden" (Earth) following our, humanity's, self inflicted demise. There's little doubt of course that w...
