No, Roger is not aging in Pawtucket; he is aging on the streets of New York according to a recent essay "This Old Man" in The New Yorker(Feb17&24) This chatty personal ramble does what is done hardly at all about aging --it tells the truth.
Aging is agreat surprise he says, and that is my main expereince of it also. Of course, we all know that everyone gets old, but I did not guess how it would swoop down on me right on schedule and change every aspect of my life. I thought that after I retired from teaching, I would be just as I was before, enrgetic and busy, but not working for others--about my own business. Roger knows otherwise, and lists the losses in friends and loved ones-- even favorite doggy companions--gone.
What is not gone yet is this winter. I envy those who have made it down to Fort Myers to watch the Red Sox spring training. This frigid month I am making daily resolves to become a more regular attendee of the Pawtucket Red Sox games at McCoy stadium. It is one of the prime assets of the bucket, and every time I go to a game I have a great time. Last year there was no one who wanted to go with me. I need to cast my net wider, and see if I can interest some younger friends. Maybe do a little baby-sitting and plant the seed of baseball mania early in a few little hearts.