For a couple of hours every Wednesday morning, I join a small group of artists
at the neighborhood senior center. I was introduced to the group by a friend
whose uncle is an artist and a regular at the center. Though not of their
age, I feel as though I'm accepted as one of the family. I really look forward
to the gathering, to hearing their stories. It offers a glimpse of some of
the adventures that arise as a consequence of living a long life.
