A New Car

Bought a new Ford the other day, having given Rhonda the Honda to my son Smartacus after a good 10 years.

I prefer faded college sweatshirts to suits.

I prefer songs that tip toward wistfulness — “Wichita Lineman,” “Please Come to Boston,” “Mandy.”

If there’s occasional sorrow to my writing, blame Jimmy Webb.

The other day, my Boomer mind finally morphed into a bowl of milk.

Because I miss turning on the TV and having it work.

I miss calling the repairman when t…