A Sunday Evening with Dad in Saratoga Springs: A Chance for This Apple to Fall Farther from the Tree

At about 4:45 p.m. on the Sunday before Thanksgiving, Dad and I start the trek from his second-floor apartment to Georgia’s, the restaurant in his retirement complex, on the first floor. It is no small feat, given his age (92), his mobility (limited) and energy level (variable). He scrapes the apartment door with his walker…Continue reading A Sunday Evening with Dad in Saratoga Springs: A Chance for This Apple to Fall Farther from the Tree