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An excerpt from the novel Last Call in the City of Bridges<br />
We are on Mars, but we are no longer young. This is not<br />
the place for youth. It is where the elderly are shuttled off to,<br />
the assisted living ranches of outer space. We sit on Mars under<br />
big glass domes and tilt our wrinkly heads toward the sky.<br />
They have us lined up on an infinitely long porch, our bodies<br />
connected to hundreds of computers, impossible machines<br />
that shout “Beep!” and “Yip!” complete with nugget dials and<br />
sensors that make us nervous. We cannot move. The machines<br />
are too big, unruly, all hooked in intravenously through our<br />
mouths, noses, ears, belly buttons, anuses, genitals.<br />
We sway back and forth on the rocking chairs of our<br />
destruction.<br />
Some of us listen to music. We avoid the old crooners, the<br />
Frank Sinatras and Dean Martins and Sammy Davis Juniors<br />
and Peter Lawfords and Joey Bishops or anyone else associated<br />
with the Rat Pack. We prefer gangster rap. We sit on our death<br />
rockers and tentatively nod to “Juicy” by Notorious B.I.G. and<br />
“California Love” by Tupac Shakur. We have forgotten which<br />
one of these urban youths died first, but either way it’s a tragic<br />
shame perfectly suited for a group of people whose hormones<br />
first went ape shit during the 9/11 attacks.<br />
We are shocked at how old we have become. Liver spots!<br />
When we saw our grandparents’ hands as children it seemed<br />
like a sick joke. Saggy skin. Pale complexions. Baldness. We look<br />
like babies! And maybe that’s all aging is. The universe was<br />
born and then it expanded. After a period of time it began to<br />
rapidly compress. Maybe the aging process is the contraction<br />
of the human spirit.<br />
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