An excerpt from Pet Goats and Pap Smears.
My dad is eighty-eight years old. He finally retired from medicine at eighty-six. I call to check on him. “What are you up to, Dad?”
“I just returned from synagogue a few hours ago. Right now I’m catching up on my reading. I’m finishing up the fiftieth anniversary issue of Medical Economics.
That’s Dad living it up on a Saturday night.