In an effort to get at "the heart" of things, to understand our temporary time here in the Land of Eros, I will tell you about a recent experience I had while on a date in the middle of the afternoon with a man I will never hear from again.

More often than not, we know how we are supposed to act. There is a difference between thinking something and saying what's on our minds. But sometimes, it pays to tell the truth.

With millions of my comrades needing extended care at the same time, what will become of us? Will the end of my life look like the beginning when there were hoards of us crammed into those hastily constructed, post WWII public schools?

Isn't it time to change how we view aging? Have we created a society of "haves" and "have nots" based not so much on how much we have, but on how much we can spend on looking younger?

Last Friday I threw my back out when I bent over to pick up my tooth. I think that sentence bears repeating. I threw my back out when I bent over to pick up my tooth.

Recently a fellow Zen priest who just turned 70 said to me, "Lew, when I was younger I did many exciting things and led an active, busy life. But these days I just want to live a quiet life.