ROBERT POPP
Just because you’re 65 and your joints creak when you arise from your favorite chair, a lot of younger folks think you’re dotty-senile, the doctors would say-and tend to speak to you in simple terms, as to a small child.
They smile knowingly, but hold their tongues, when they see a frowzy, badly scuffed Teddy Bear that I keep locked in the china closet with the curved glass front, the one where my wife used to keep all her treasures. For the mangy bear with the floppy ears and one brown eye missing looks strangely out of place between gleaming pieces of Lotus Ware and other prized examples of the potters’ art.