John Carlson: Home Alone, Elderly Edition
By John Carlson— It started with a single stink bug. I’m referring, of course, to the stark realization of my temporary bachelorhood. Within a minute of our encounter, I had christened my new little buddy Stinky. In my heightened state of loneliness, apathy and depression, sitting there at my desk as Stinky made his perilous way across the windowpane before me, I somehow took comfort in his presence as another living being marooned in an uncaring universe. Then the truth slowly began to gnaw at me. I was reaching out for comfort, companionship and understanding … To a stink bug….
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