Opinion

 As we age, many things change. I used to call myself “middle-aged,” until I realized for that to be the case, I have to live to be 145. Unlikely. At this time of life, for my contemporaries and me, 60 mph seems faster. 10 p.m. seems later. Curbs seem higher. Rain pours harder. Night seems darker. Drivers tailgate, and pass, more often. Stairs seem steeper and more treacherous. Handrails seems more compulsory.

Dear Editor:

Dear Editor:

We recall Christ our passover lamb was sacrificed for us on the cross. After three days, he rose from death. For forty days Jesus appeared to his disciples in his resurrected body walking through walls, eating with them. His hands, feet and side bore touchable scars of crucifixion.