A column for seniors and those who love them

I don't think of all the misery, but the beauty that still remains. - Anne Frank, author, The Diary of Anne Frank, 1929-1945

A good night's sleep is sort of like happiness, or perhaps like true love. The more it is pursued, the more it eludes the pursuer. The more we think about how to do it, the less we are able to do it successfully. The more we fret, toss and turn, the wider our eyes open, which would be OK except for the fact that in the middle of the next day, they will unaccountably close and almost nothing can keep them open. In that...