My grandfather moved away from South Bend, Indiana to a retirement community an hour from Salem, Oregon sometime in his eighties so that he could die. It wasn’t necessarily that he needed to uproot himself to die for himself, far from the place where he worked all of his life and raised a family. It was that Salem was where his younger daughter and her physician husband lived. The theory was that the physician husband would be best capable to take care of my grandmother, once my grandfather was unable to take care of her.

It should be noted, that there wasn’t anything acutely wrong with my grandmother, although she was maybe a bit on the frail side and had a stent in her heart from a moderate heart attack some years prior or that she had broken her knee cap having tripped outside the Kroger. I think it had more to do with the societal norms and gender roles of those who were born in the 1910s and had survived both the Great Depression and World War II. Wives were supposed to be taken

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I was doubting whether I would take part in the Halloween Quest. I check the news- Trump is deploying the military to my city. Perhaps that will give me some material or inspire me. I am not planning on interacting with the national guardsmen. Though its been just a few days since the occupation, they have already assaulted nearby protesters, not to mention that their presence is mainly to goad and provoke. I think right now a better form of resistance is to put my

"The Winter of Our Discontent" is a novel written by John Steinbeck, published in 1961, and set a year earlier. Like most (but not all), of Steinbeck's work, it is a socially realistic novel dealing with contemporary issues.

Ethan Allen Hawley is the scion of an old money family in Long Island (although the setting seems more like New England), who has fallen on hard times. After coming home from World War II, he lost his