As they walked hand in hand along Rothschild Avenue on Thursday morning, in front of House No. 62, her phone rang. From the other end came an automatic message from the HMO reminding her of the appointment to an ophthalmologist next week.
In front of house 104 his phone rang. From the other end came an automatic message from the HMO reminding him of the appointment to a dermatologist next week.
They kept walking and since no further calls were received as far as Habima Square, they were very happy.
There's nothing like a hand in hand walk on a Thursday morning after almost forty – seven years of marriage!
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At the age of sixty I decided that instead of bringing a cake to the office on my birthday I would publish an annual summary of experiences I had during the year. The intention was to share with friends younger than me experiences that can only come true at an older age.
Then I started writing short stories about things that happened to me, things I heard about, things that could have been and things that might still be in the near and in the more distant future.
At the age of seventy, I decided that since I really enjoyed my stories, more people might enjoy them – and the book is in front of you.
I am seventy or so, still working in high-tech, living in Moshav Yaad in the Galilee, happily married, healthy, surrounded by four successful sons, five wonderful grandsons and one excellent granddaughter.
I'm happy and looking forward to more …
