Sixty Five

     For the past year, my husband, Henry, has been humming the Beatles’ song, “When I’m 64.” In a profound state of anxiety, he sings:  When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now, will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle...

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